I went on a hike today near the Tenn. / Alabama state line . . . may have even crossed it but you cant really tell out there can you . . .
The end of the trail was a place called "The Walls of Jericho" as named by some holy rollin' mother fucker. I think they should have named it something about indians! It was a sort of secret canyon carved out in between what some would call hills and others would call mountains. Apparently Davy Crockett spent some time there back in the day. I think the walls were much older than Jericho. They had a campground right next to a cematary out on the trail. I might go back and camp if I can convince some people.
My point in posting this is - Go outside.
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