When Jim McDowell, Northern Editor of Sunday World, was presented with photographs of a naked Sammy Wilson and a lady friend, he had only one concern.














I tried to hype it up for a week or two in log books but only one friend, Flatfoot, was crazy enough to attempt this with me. We met up in Harper's Ferry and a trail angel he met at the ATC headquarters shuttled us backwards a few miles to the closest road crossing to the VA/WV border. We backtracked about a mile, set up camp, and went to bed early with a 345am alarm set.












