Tofu Lizard Memoir 03
SCOD Journal of Tofu Lizard Entry 03
I was worn out by the time I reached Harpers Ferry, West Virginia. The historic Town of Harpers Ferry is the mid-point of the Appalachian Trail (AT). Also it is the headquarters for many National Park Service (NPS) functions, including the AT Conference Center (ATC). Hikers are welcomed into the town, and there are places to rest and restock. During the summer there are also places to work downtown. After checking in at the ATC, I rented a room in a Bed & Breakfast (B&B) at the top of the hill, and began working in lower-town as Bar dish-washer. Staying in Harpers Ferry gave me a chance to rest my weary back and legs from all that hiking. Most of the patrons at the Bar were tourists, and management treated me ok. The whole area had been lucky enough to be protected by vast stretches of NPS land, and a few locals were quite proud of that fact.
The B&B owner was getting sick of me after a few weeks, because regular B&B income is better than renting rooms. So the B&B owner told me about a place I might like to stay that was more for “hikers and people like me”. There was a commune located just outside of town, but still along the AT. I could live there possibly for free, in exchange for work, and still work at a Pub there for some tip money. Suddenly a bell rang in my head, and I said “This place is not called SCOD by any chance, is it?” And the owner said, “Why yes, I think that is what they call it!” I said “I have heard of it!” The next day I quit my job at the Bar, and moved to SCOD.
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