After picking up our coldest highpoint in Maryland ( Taum Sauk Mountain is a close second as it was only one degree warmer), we headed north to Pennsylvania to pick up Mt. Davis for our second highpoint of the day.
One of the things that I will always remember about the drive was passing a city called Friendsville. You see, I am a huge fan of The Walking Dead, and if there was ever a town with a name that should be on that show, Friendsville is it. Couldn’t you just see getting there and everyone acting nice only to find out that they stole and killed from people looking for refuge? Maybe they even have a zoo of walkers? I digress.
Another thing to remember were the amount of wind turbines on the mountains as we headed to Mt. Davis. I remember thinking that it was great to see people taking advantage of a renewable energy source, but even then, it was impossible not to note how much they had changed the landscape.
However, once we got to Mount Davis, we did not have much to do nor much time to do it. I had heard that the park provided a great place for out of the city refuge for those living in the Pittsburgh area, but thanks to some sightseeing and a leisurely stroll up Backbone Mountain, we only had time to hit summit parking lot and head for the highpoint.
At least that is what I thought. My trusty cellphone sent us to the wrong location at first and after a bit of walking around, I realized that Ben and I were in the wrong place. We ended up getting everything sorted out and headed on to the summit.
Once there, it was not the most exciting walk to the highpoint. Of course, being Thanksgiving week, the trees had shed their leaves, and the landscape looked quite desolate. We considered heading up the steel tower for a bit of a better view, but the wind was whipping, and these two guys from the Gulf Coast were starting to feel the cold. Instead we enjoyed the interactive rocks that told a bit about the rocks in the region and how humans interacted with them.
After climbing a rock and snagging a picture with highpoint marker, it was on to Gettysburg to continue our vacation.
A Blind Shot at Reaching 50 State Highpoints 