Pennsylvania

12 September 2015

Large goals are only accomplished through the completion of many smaller goals. To be successful, you have to break big things into little chunks. It’s rather obvious and many people claim to know it, but few people actually eat the whale on their buckets lists. You can’t get married without courting. You can’t run a marathon tomorrow. You can’t write a novel in a day. The only way to eat a whale is one bite at a time.

 

It’s been a while since I’ve munched on my whale. A full year passed before I visited another highpoint, but boy was it nice to bag another. It was early March at the time, the onslaught of my university’s spring break. My friend Cody and I took a trip down the spine of the Appalachians, starting in Pennsylvania and ending in Kentucky, sleeping out of my truck in WalMart parking lots along the way. Our first stop took us through Amish country in southern Pennsylvania. The road through the rolling hills offered some nice scenery despite it being the ugliest time of year. After crossing some horse-pulled buggies, we parked next to the sign reading “Mt. Davis” and snapped some pictures. No physical exertion was required, but the drive in offered a good view of the countryside.

 

Mount Davis. 3213 ft / 979 m. 1 March 2014.

 

Pennsylvania