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A man of many words. Profane, profound, loyal to a fault and a right rat bastard. I love the finer things in life: expensive cigars, cheap women and all the salted, cured meats I can eat. A friend to dogs, lover of humanity and despiser of people. If I were King the world would be a better place, because, well...I would be King! Oh, and I like ice cream.

Friday, September 21, 2007

Seen Along Interstate 68 in western Maryland


Wonder how this mountain came to be named. Just seems a dicey appellation in this day and age. Yet there it is.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I'm guessing it's Spanish.

Anonymous said...

It was named in the late 1700s as a result of the story of a confrontation between explorers in the area and local natives. According to the story, a black slave of one of the explorers died in the battle, and the mountain was named in his honor. You can read more about it here