Mason Dixon Line
At nightfall, I still hadn't claimed a picnic table to sleep on. The hell with it - I'm hiking on. And at the bottom of the hill, there's the Mason-Dixon. PA was on the other side of that line. Maryland was done. OK, that was enough mileage today. A 19.9. Phew -- didn't break a 20.
Stealthed rather close to the trail, next to a stream. Bagged state number six. The feet had had enough.