Woods Hole Hostel and Pearisburg

It rained all night, and the sounds of raindrops pelting the nylon walls of my tent soothed me to sleep. I awoke to find mist permeating the forest all around me, and my friends heading north across the suspension bridge one final time. “See you at Woods Hole, Romeo,” Tarzan said as he buckled the ......

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