People, Places, Travel Squonk It’s raining on, hard, as I type. For this and other reasons I’m melancholy as we wrap up our tour of the Northeast. The last branch of our trip landed us in the hemlock forests of Pennsylvania – home of the Squonk, a mythical beast that evokes the melancholy of man.Mirror, mirror on the wallHis heart was broken long before he ever came to you“Squonk”by Genesis But let’s back up a bit first. Leaving Vermont (and writing a song about it – seek that elsewhere) we found our way to wine country in New York. This beautiful spot is Middleburg Winery. We also met an stayed with another Skoolie owner nearby. Sandy must have a flirtatious look. Landing in the Delaware State Forest (in Pennsylvania, of course), we hoped to see a Squonk. If you know Squonks, you know the futility of hope. He’s a sly one, he’s a shy one, wouldn’t you be too?Scared to be left all on his ownHe hasn’t a, hasn’t a friend to play with the ugly ducklingThe pressure on, the bubble will burst before our eyesAll the while in perfect timeHis tears are falling on the groundBut if you don’t stand up, you don’t stand a chance ey ey ey yeh-yehYou don’t stand a chance Squonk poop? We had a surprise visit from a hunter, who, disconcertingly, pulled into our campsite and wouldn’t leave. He was an ungainly fellow.In one hand bread, the other a stoneThe hunter enters the forestAll are not huntsmen who blow the huntsman’s horn and by the look of this oneYou’ve not got much to fear So – Holly and I enjoy pedaling around the forests we find, all the while wondering how we can be this lucky, and hoping we aren’t scaring the critters.Walking home that nightThe sack across my back the sound of sobbing on my shoulderWhen suddenly it stoppedI opened up the sack, all that I hadA pool of bubbles and tears, just a pool of tearsJust a pool of tears Thus, on a rainy day I sit and type, wondering – wishing really – to have as little impact as possible. Sometimes it seems our greatest service would be to simply get out of the way.All in all you are a very dying racePlacing trust upon a cruel worldYou never had the things you thought you should’ve hadAnd you’ll not get them nowAnd all the while in perfect timeYour tears are falling on the ground I promise the next post won’t be dismal. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Published by Joe Whiting View all posts by Joe Whiting
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Looks more like bear poop to me.
Be sure to keep an eye out for the Skunk Ape while you are in Florida! Safe travels!