hollering

outdoors

Then there was that time I went to Pollywogg Holler for the first time, but it was the place I always used to wonder about when I was little because my mom took me there once for some sort of art show.

I have vivid memories of this place. I must have been seven or eight the first time I went. Needless to say, it’s a pretty neat place hidden in the woods.

The band that played Wednesday was very good, as was my Yuengling, and it started to pour just as we got back to the road in the pitch black.

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