7.07.2008

Day 10

I will pass through Berea at 8:30 in the morning tomorrow and, with that, leave the Appalachians.

An aphorism I heard from Steve, a former soldier, metal worker, Oregonian, and a man who genuinely has a list of things he wants to see and do:

"It was raining like a cow pissing on a flat rock."

Today, alas, was dry. I will be up early to avoid the sleep. I am sorry for the brevity but I have spent most of my evenings chatting to real-live-people. Please take this as an apology and a promise that, when I am undoubtedly abandoned to myself, I will be full of stories.

Also, I will settle the debate over precisely which valley has the prettiest accent (hint: it's not the valley between Forest Hills, Queens and Flushing.

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