The Legend of Toadstool Harry

In the middle of a hot July day in 1999, 4 guys went for a dip in a swimming hole located somewhere deep in the hills of Vermont. What happened next has never been told by anyone until now. Now if this swimming hole were not near the Appalachian Trail then the story that is about to unfold might have never taken place. It is not uncommon to hear stories of ghosts who still walk the AT. Some have been horrific in nature, some harmless good natured campfire fodder but none have ever really straddled the line between the two and produced such a bizarre result: a record. A record that echoes a personal account of comedy, tragedy and a life of madness brought about soley through indulgence. Obesity, dependance, heartbreak and mental health to name a few. Who was this ghost? The only thing that was ever uttered from the mouths of those 4 young men to this day was: "Toadstool Harry"