Early on in the hike we experienced the danger of the song stuck in your head for days walking along the trail. There can also be a vindictive element to the "song of the day"--as soon as you mention it to the other person, you screw them, cursing them with the song, too. And in some cases, it really is a curse.
In the first couple of weeks, Pancho went through a strange Christmas carol phase, including "O Little Town of Bethlehem" and "Good King Wenceslas." I'm not sure that in 22 years I've ever even heard him sing a Christmas carol. And here he was spouting multiple verses in the middle of the summer. Then we hit Skyland Meadows State Park, with rolling meadows atop a mountain. Naturally, this prompted a "Sound of Music" moment. I also had no idea that he knew the lyrics to EVERY SINGLE song. This disturbed me more than a little, I have to admit. There was also a rather disconcerting "Edelweiss" serenade one morning in Pennsylvania.
While the Beatles may be classic, "Penny Lane" can induce total insanity over a long day of hiking, and Pancho has repeatedly stuck it in my head. Then, pondering the condition of my socks led to a miserable couple of days with "Eleanor Rigby." After listening to the radio in the rental car in Hanover, I've had an oldies phase, with some Gordon Lightfoot, Meatloaf, and Five Man Electrical Band. Hopefully, "Signs" will be out of my brain by the time we get to Maine....
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