wot no bike?
Yesterday I went out for a late-afternoon ride, and during an ascension on some of the doubletrack on the west side heading south I came across three of the most backwards, strung-out, jacked-up, trailer-esque people I have seen in a loooong time -- two men and a woman (in their late 40s to mid 50s) just sitting by the side of the trail on a log, all three feverishly smoking cigarettes and putting back Milwalkee's Best. These people looked *jacked*, with five teeth between them, the woman muttering something devoid of any meaning. I can't describe how strange the whole situation was, you would probably have to have been there to really "appreicate" it. Anyway as I passed them I started to think about all the weird sh1t I've seen in the Wissahickon over the years, and how it seems that there's *always* something every once-in-a-while. It also reminds me why I would never let my GF hike alone. So, does anyone have any good stories about things you've come across in the Wissahickon?