1229.8 miles.
For months we've heard threats about the trail in PA. Though it's pretty flat we heard over and over, "yeah, but it's rocky." The first 100 miles in we stepped over a few boulders and thought, man, this is no big deal at all. And then the rocks began.
Fist sized rocks, head sized rocks, couch sized rocks, cow sized rocks, house sized rocks. They come in all shapes and sizes and, no doubt about it, they are right there in the middle of the trail. It's like every Pennsylvanian collected all the dinner plates and bowling balls they could find and scattered them along the path. Sometimes there's no dirt in sight, just thousands of small sharp stones that roll when you step on them. Sometimes there are boulders, big slabs of rock two or three feet high and just as far apart -up to you if you want to leap from one to the next or crawl up and over each one. But when they're wet, leaping is a risky venture. Even when they're dry they're jutting up at an angle, not nice and flat such that you could just put your foot out and step on one with confidence. We look like a bunch of toddlers walking around out here -slow penguin steps, arms out ready to catch you when you plop down, trip, or slide.
I'm sure Pennsylvania has some beautiful views, but I wouldn't dare look up to check it out.
Oh look, just started to rain. That'll make it even more fun.
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