Two rusty periods with trees in the middle.
Two rusty periods with trees in the middle.
You are thinking of West Virginia or Eastern Tennessee.
You are thinking of West Virginia or Eastern Tennessee.
Northern WV I could see. I have spent way too much time in East TN and that does not match the description.
Northern WV I could see. I have spent way too much time in East TN and that does not match the description.
Johnson city and Boone NC are just east of Tenn…that’s where I’m talking about. Just a little west into Tenn you still get that terrain.
Johnson city and Boone NC are just east of Tenn…that’s where I’m talking about. Just a little west into Tenn you still get that terrain.
The scenery is there but the vibe is not. East TN and Western NC are filled with tourists and Tennessee is especially filled with retards.
The scenery is there but the vibe is not. East TN and Western NC are filled with tourists and Tennessee is especially filled with retards.
Yeah, that description doesn't really match PA, at least the parts I've been to/lived in. Certianly doesn't describe the open air cesspit that is Philadelphia.
Yeah, that description doesn't really match PA, at least the parts I've been to/lived in. Certianly doesn't describe the open air cesspit that is Philadelphia.
For a literal "taste", attend the Amish festival in Lancaster County and embrace your inner scrapple lover. Figuratively...
I have a vivid memory of lush, rolling, verdant Pennsylvania hills covered with dairy cattle and deciduous forest whilst shrouded in late morning fog on an early summer day. Made a random turn to the south off of I-80 in the vicinity of Clearwater, PA during a mid/late 1980s road trip, and headed south on some minor state route for 30 or 40 miles. The landscape and lighting was surreal, and the scenery was like something out of vintage landscape jigsaw puzzles. I shot 3 rolls of 36 exposure Kodachrome 64 just on that segment of the trip, and the frigging photo lab lost them. All. Three. Rolls.
The scenery was so surreal, I have often thought I dreamt it all. However Mrs. Duck (then Miss. Duck) was with me, and has similar vivid memories of the region. We attempted to locate the route we took again in the early 2000s, but to no avail sadly...
For a literal "taste", attend the Amish festival in Lancaster County and embrace your inner scrapple lover. Figuratively...
I have a vivid memory of lush, rolling, verdant Pennsylvania hills covered with dairy cattle and deciduous forest whilst shrouded in late morning fog on an early summer day. Made a random turn to the south off of I-80 in the vicinity of Clearwater, PA during a mid/late 1980s road trip, and headed south on some minor state route for 30 or 40 miles. The landscape and lighting was surreal, and the scenery was like something out of vintage landscape jigsaw puzzles. I shot 3 rolls of 36 exposure Kodachrome 64 just on that segment of the trip, and the frigging photo lab lost them. All. Three. Rolls.
The scenery was so surreal, I have often thought I dreamt it all. However Mrs. Duck (then Miss. Duck) was with me, and has similar vivid memories of the region. We attempted to locate the route we took again in the early 2000s, but to no avail sadly...