I Am a BOBO on the Trail Heading North
So I am sitting in the Doyle, eating an awesome cheeseburger, and I look up and see NOBO-BOBO-SOBO. Now I know northbound and southbound, but not BOBO so I ask Queen Bitch, the bartender, and she says it stands for both bound, or as I have called it, flip-flopper. I then declared myself a BOBO. Cool deal
I got my trail name because every time someone would take my picture I would give them the hook’em sign and say, “Hook’em, Horns.” I am now known on the trail as Hook’em. Cool deal once again
Pennsylvania is known for rocks and so far has lived up to its name. I went though one part called the maze and had a ball. You would go from one blaze (blazes mark the trail with a white-painted rectangle) to the next. There was no trail, so you would figure out yourself the best way to go. I would pay to do it again it was so much fun. My friend Sally Forth got lost. The one mile or so that was kind of a bummer was a creek in the trail It took time and I got wet and muddy, but as they say on the trail, it is what it is
I will post more sometime soon.
Up next, New Jersey
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