Hollidaysburg

The other day I hung out with my good friend Katie Conrad and we went to Hollidaysburg. We stopped at a cute little coffee and crepes shop and a cold girl with a tattoo sleeve sold me a mocha frappé and a brownie with walnuts and chocolate chunks in it. They had fresh blueberries out front and  I bought a pint, shared some with Katie, and ate the rest of them within the hour.  I also saw a guy who looked like Kip from Napoleon Dynamite.

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Here is a picture of me eating blueberries and drinking a mocha frappé.

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We also found a super awesome bike.

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And a Church which says “Worship God” on the front of the building.

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And an ominous prison.

I wanted to take blueberries to the prisoners but Katie was against the idea.

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We hiked up to Chimney Rock Park and climbed on the chimney rocks. Here is a picture of Katie conquering the mountain.

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This is a very small part of the incredible view which can be seen from the highest of the chimney rocks.

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I am standing on the edge of a cliff pretending to be a queen surveying her domain.

Call me Queen Converse cause I like converse shoes.

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Here’s a little more of the view. Stunning.

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Katie took all of these super awesome pictures 🙂

Peace!

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