Finch and I headed out about the same time but he soon overtook me. I needed resupply and stopped at a local hostel when the trail met the road. I was sure to get some ice cream and a little bit of nothing that cost a quick twenty dollars . The trail took me by some spectacular falls that were being admired by families with young kids. Tourists, I thought as they caught wind of my trail stench. Then the climb to Pond Flats was initially incredibly rocky but eventually returned to a normal terrain with a steep upgrade. I found Finch with two other guys , Flap jack known for his propensity to make pancakes every morning , and Tunes known for his ability to play his IPod. Both from Philly so of course we talked Eagles .
I told them how I’ve been getting up and leaving before anyone even knew I was there. You’re like a phantom , dude, one says and the other says, Phantom ! Cool trail name.
Much better than forgettable .
Andy M Davidson 
Yeah Eagles!! Isn’t it fun to converse with someone from your home state. I also miss the Italian and Polish jokes we grew up with. (oops, hope that doesn’t offend anyone)
A bar customer asked the bartender if he wanted to hear a Polish joke.
The bartender pointed to a large man at the end of the bar and said, “He’s Polish.” Then the bartender pointed to a burly policeman near the door and repeated, “He’s Polish.” The bartender finished, “Now think about whether you want to tell that joke, because I’m Polish, too.” The customer replied, “I guess I won’t tell that joke after all. I’d have to explain it three times.”
Happy trails!!
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