Every once in a while I would find a paper back in a LT and grab it to read. It was especially nice when I was alone at night. Hiking alone during the day was no big deal, but I did miss company at night.
At Kinsman Pond LT, I picked up "The Day of the Jackal" by Frederick Forsyth. Over the next couple of days I read the paperback, by candle light. Sometime later, I saw the movie and today, I own a 16 mm print of the film.
Great Stuff.
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