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On stop No. 7, a mutt ... and some ice cream

On stop No. 7, a mutt ... and some ice cream

For the record: Ranger Tammy McCorkle and I didn't start talking about the flavors at South Mountain Creamery until we finished our first mile of the Appalachian Trail.

Coconut Joy? Blueberry Cheesecake? Birthday Cake?

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It made the walking go quicker. Contributing mightily to the adventure was Missy, the ranger's 10-year-old pooch of mixed descent ("Her mother was a dog and her father was a dog," McCorkle said.) The hike climbed a tiny bit of the mountain, decorated in an explosion of mountain laurel in full bloom.

A quick note to the idiot who recently carved "Hummer" and "Motorboat" into the AT shelter built by volunteers:

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1) If that's your choice of luxury items, go carve them into the wall of a dealership;

2) If that's your trail name, it needs some work.

That little incident aside, it was a hike that ended before I really wanted it to.

But on the other hand, the end of the hike meant ice cream for Missy, Tammy and me.

It's a two-for-one special for Questers.

Make mine a Coconut Joy.

Photo: Outdoors Girl with Missy McCorkle at South Mountain shelter on the Appalachia Trail.

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