Some hikers fear the bogs of Vermont, the blackflies of Maine, the banjos of Georgia or Tennessee, or maybe the bears of New Jersey.

Not me. What gives me the shudders, the cold sweats, the painful gut-clenched feeling in my bowels?

Rocks.

Yup. I’m not keen on those sharp-edged, unstable, baseball-to-boulder-sized chunks of hard-packed . . . → Read More: Rocksylvania