Fuck all this ancient history-y-y

Today I went on top of Connecticut. I figure it only makes sense that I go there, because I think it's safe to say that I'm the best thing Connecticut has to offer. What all that means is that I went to Bear Mountain, and Bear Mountain has the tallest peak in all of Connecticut. So I made the long drive with my friend Ryan up Route 7 to Salisbury, CT where the hiking trails that lead to this peak are located. It probably took us about two hours to get there. Mostly because we had no idea where to go once we got to Salisbury. The stupid internet directions just lead us to this creepy dirt road where we were almost attacked by some backwoods family. Or at least I figured we were about to be attacked. I got us out of there just in time, and nobody can tell me different! At the same time we decided to go hiking, Salisbury's Fall Festival was also going on. So the place was kind of a mad house. There was some serious traffic going down on Main St. But eventually, we made it to the parking area for all of us cool hikers. And that's when we started hiking!

Ryan and I started our way up the trail, and the whole way up is about 3 miles. Definitely not the longest hike I've ever been on, but it wasn't too easy, for sure. Especially since I'm very out of practice and only own Vans in the way of shoes. But we made our way up, and Ryan found a walking stick at some point, so he looked like a dork, but I was also very jealous that I didn't have a walking stick. Every person we walked past was pretty friendly too. They'd all say "hi" to us, and being from Danbury, we're not used to friendly people, really. We all just mind our own business. So needless to say, we were a bit unnerved by all of the kindness. But we returned their greetings, and went on our way. It wasn't long before we stopped to have our lunch. We had been starving the whole way up, but we didn't want to eat until we were on the trail. So we sat down on a rock and had our turkey sandwiches. And let me tell you, they were some great turkey sandwiches. Ryan still has half of his, you should hit him up for it. Soon enough we were back on the trail and heading up the mountain. Eventually, the trail would get a lot more wet and muddy, and as we got higher up, it became rocky. It seemed to go on forever, too. We were sure we had walked over three miles at several times during the hike. But I guess our normal idea of three miles is based on when we're driving. I can knock out three miles in a car no problem. I'm some sort of fuckin' lead foot! But being a lead foot has its disadvantages when you're hiking. Well anyway, we eventually got to the top of Connecticut, and it was pretty damn gorgeous. We could see forever. It was an amazing experience to be sure. We could see Massachusetts, and New York, and of course, Connecticut. And we were taller than any of them! Pretty humbling, you dumb fucking states, isn't it?! I'm just a person, and I can climb up higher than you can! Heh. Dumb states. But after looking around for awhile longer, we took a picture of us just to prove we were there, and then headed back down. Heading down was almost uneventful, except for Ryan finding a compass on a stick in a creek, and catching up to some dumb kids that we made fun of from afar. And by the time we got back to the car, we were pretty excited to sit down.

After all the hiking, we were pretty beat. But more than beat, we were hungry. So after driving the majority of the way, we stopped at a Friendly's in New Milford. There, we were waited on by some pretty cute waitress. And she was totally into me, too. She was giving me the flirty laughs when she asked me what I wanted. It was most apparent when I ordered my chocolate milk. There's about 0% chance that she was just laughing at the fact that I got a chocolate milk. But after all that she forgot to write down her number on my receipt. Silly girl. I would have told her what happened, but I can't be wasting my time on her. I have bigger fish to fry in the ocean, so to speak. So we made our way out, and eventually home. I dropped off Ryan at his house that was filled with cars that he didn't recognize. I met a nice guy named Dave who was looking for a screwdriver and then headed home. And that's where I am now.

But all this driving through Litchfield County got me thinking. It got me thinking about how Litchfield County is really creepy. I only traveled around Route 7, but there are no cities, at all. Sure, New Milford has some built up parts, but it's also almost in Fairfield County, and the majority of it is still very creepy. Every single town in Litchfield County looks like it's stuck in another time. There are no signs of any brand stores anywhere. In fact, the only stores I did see were antique stores. Where do these people go when they need something other than antiques? I swear to god it's beyond me. I saw a bunch of people fly fishing in the Housatonic River, so I guess that's how they eat, but people have other needs, and no stores to fulfill these needs! For fuck's sake, Salisbury had an Apothecary's Shop! You are not a fucking Apothecary, you are a Pharmacist! Now act like one! Ridiculous! I could never live in Litchfield County no matter how beautiful it is up there. I can't ever imagine raising my kids in a place where the only fun thing to do is go out in the woods, get fucked up, and bone. Or as a more specific case that I was told about may be, riding around on dirt bikes naked. Fuck no! Not my kids! They're going to go to public school and join gangs just like every young child should. But as much as I'm creeped out by small backwards towns, that won't stop me from visiting them and passing judgment.

Well I think I've written enough today. As I said earlier, all that hiking has got me beat. If I had things my way, I would have been in bed hours ago. But nope, I have to stay up and write to you guys. Now don't get me wrong, I love writing to all of you out there. I'm just tired today. So I'm going to finish up this closing paragraph and then head to bed. My contacts are already drying up inside my head, and I can hardly see. It's definitely not a good feeling. But I'll have something fun to write to you about tomorrow! I'm going apple picking with my friend, Kathleen! That's pretty exciting, isn't it? It'll sure make for a great blog entry! Look forward to it, pals!