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July 19, 1983: I felt terrific as I followed the Appalachian Trail along streets through the town. Duncannon was a small city with a downtown business district consisting of a few square blocks of mid- to early twentieth-century buildings like the Doyle Hotel quickly giving way to tree-lined residential streets.

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Beneath an extremely hazy whitewashed summer sky we are at a lookout high up a mountainside looking hundreds of feet down at a lush green valley where two major rivers join into one very large river. Impressive arch bridges span the mouths of both rivers, connecting the riverbank on or left to the peninsula between the rivers and then the riverbank on our right. There are wide swathes of forest along all the riverbanks, with the outskirts of a small city to our left. The rest of the valley is farm fields and pastures. A long, flattish ridge, barely visible through miles of thick humidity, rises from the far end of the valley.