A little learnin' LbNA #31849
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Add Location| Owner: | Adoptable |
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| Plant date: | Mar 2, 2007 |
| Location: | |
| City: | huntingdon |
| County: | Huntingdon |
| State: | Pennsylvania |
| Boxes: | 1 |
| Planted by: | jbzfarm  |
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| Found by: | Tale Spinner |
| Last found: | Jun 11, 2010 |
| Status: | FFFF |
| Last edited: | Mar 2, 2007 |
**A little rock scampering required here. Elevation about 40 feet.**
As a kid I helped my pa work in the mines. It was rough work and eventually it caught up to him. I was the man of the house at 13. I toiled for long hours and came home sore and tired but ma always had supper and a book for me. She said books was the foundation for freedom and happiness and she hit the nail right on the head! Once ma passed I started making some bad choices and ran into a string of bad luck. In and out of jail I finally hit bottom and landed a life sentence for killing a man during a bank job. Problem is, I wasn't even in the bank but the jury didn't care and the law-man they gave me didn't work to awful hard at settin' them straight.
It took a few years, but eventually I got to use my learnin' to help me out of trouble once and for all. You see, between working the mines and quarries with my pa and those books from dear old ma I learned a thing or two about rocks. Turns out there are hard rocks and soft rocks. It just so happens that one particular prison was built on soft rocks and I just used that to my advantage. I was an innocent man and I never hurt nobody.
When I dug my way out I headed northwest on a dirt road (it was paved shortly after that but it's not in real good shape) towards what the boys said was "Warriors Ridge". They said the indians would go there before battles to get right with their spirits. I figured I could use some of that medicine. Well, up this road a piece I cam across a big outcrop of soft sandstone just like I saw in one of the books ma got for me. I spent a few minutes here thinking about ma and pa and then headed out to Alexandria and then kept goin' west to live my life in peace. I'm near the end now and never crossed the law since. I done my best and I want others to do the same. I came back a few months ago to see those rocks and they looked just the same...except there was a plaque on there that was dedicated to other people who wanted to learn and do good. Apparently a man painted a picture (they called it a lighograph) for the first geological survey of Pennsylvania. Well, he did a bunch of them but this one's special to me.
I remember standing on the side of the road and looking up at these four or five huge columns of stone and thinkin' about ma and pa and knowing I had done well by them. I scrambled up between the fourth or fifth colum on the right (where the snow is in the picture)
http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h258/jbzfarm/IMG_7880.jpg
Once you get up there, you'll see a small tree that's holding up a stone (well, it may be there, it looked like an awful big stone to hold up day-in and day-out) and you'll see a gap in that tall column. As I recall, there was a big pine tree in between those pillars where that snow was and looking northeast from the pine was a good little hiding spot in the rocks just a few steps away. I carved a stamp like one of those old lithographs and tucked it away in there with a couple other rocks jammed in front to protect it. Find this stamp and see if you might learn somthing every day.
As a kid I helped my pa work in the mines. It was rough work and eventually it caught up to him. I was the man of the house at 13. I toiled for long hours and came home sore and tired but ma always had supper and a book for me. She said books was the foundation for freedom and happiness and she hit the nail right on the head! Once ma passed I started making some bad choices and ran into a string of bad luck. In and out of jail I finally hit bottom and landed a life sentence for killing a man during a bank job. Problem is, I wasn't even in the bank but the jury didn't care and the law-man they gave me didn't work to awful hard at settin' them straight.
It took a few years, but eventually I got to use my learnin' to help me out of trouble once and for all. You see, between working the mines and quarries with my pa and those books from dear old ma I learned a thing or two about rocks. Turns out there are hard rocks and soft rocks. It just so happens that one particular prison was built on soft rocks and I just used that to my advantage. I was an innocent man and I never hurt nobody.
When I dug my way out I headed northwest on a dirt road (it was paved shortly after that but it's not in real good shape) towards what the boys said was "Warriors Ridge". They said the indians would go there before battles to get right with their spirits. I figured I could use some of that medicine. Well, up this road a piece I cam across a big outcrop of soft sandstone just like I saw in one of the books ma got for me. I spent a few minutes here thinking about ma and pa and then headed out to Alexandria and then kept goin' west to live my life in peace. I'm near the end now and never crossed the law since. I done my best and I want others to do the same. I came back a few months ago to see those rocks and they looked just the same...except there was a plaque on there that was dedicated to other people who wanted to learn and do good. Apparently a man painted a picture (they called it a lighograph) for the first geological survey of Pennsylvania. Well, he did a bunch of them but this one's special to me.
I remember standing on the side of the road and looking up at these four or five huge columns of stone and thinkin' about ma and pa and knowing I had done well by them. I scrambled up between the fourth or fifth colum on the right (where the snow is in the picture)
http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h258/jbzfarm/IMG_7880.jpg
Once you get up there, you'll see a small tree that's holding up a stone (well, it may be there, it looked like an awful big stone to hold up day-in and day-out) and you'll see a gap in that tall column. As I recall, there was a big pine tree in between those pillars where that snow was and looking northeast from the pine was a good little hiding spot in the rocks just a few steps away. I carved a stamp like one of those old lithographs and tucked it away in there with a couple other rocks jammed in front to protect it. Find this stamp and see if you might learn somthing every day.