Manchester, PA, to Gifford Pinchot State Park, PA
section miles: 14 total miles: 147
As I write this (in arrears), we are packed and ready to leave tomorrow morning for our last two hikes before reaching the western end of the M-DT at the AT. Hard to believe.
Today was just a continuation of our last section - more road walking with little to write home about, except for the last mile when we arrived at the State Park. I’m showing some bland pics of roads because, well, that’s what it is. We did pass by the home of the Michelangelo of chain-saw sculpture (and I regret that I didn’t make note of his name), and spent some time taking photos of his work. We trudged on for hours trying to find somewhere to sit and have lunch, but every inch of land is posted, and eventually we just plopped down on the road berm and hoped the local sheriff didn’t pass by.
Other than that, the big excitement for the day was a return to dog country. Apparently not wanting to be out-gunned by the confederates down Maryland, the Pennsylvania boys around these parts have armed themselves with entire herds of canines. Three rottweilers salivating at the edge of an “invisible fence” is not exactly something I want to walk by, even though the owner calls out from under his truck hood, “Don’t worry, they can’t get ya!” Well maybe so, but we were ready for ‘em... we learned our lesson weeks ago, and now have pepper spray attached to our shoulder straps. My finest hour came when I rightly surmised that an approaching homestead would be dog-ridden and convinced Rene to cross over and swing as far around it as we could. Sure enough, there were... I dunno, maybe a dozen poodle-y things, all about the size of a cat. Let’s just say that I heard about this more than once over the next few miles.
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