Ah, Wilderness

Lew and Ed had counted the days leading up to their weekend getaway on the Cahulawassee River. They needed a break from their stifling suburban lives, a chance to just be guys messing around in the wilderness - no girl drama, no homework, no mom telling them to eat with a fork. With the money they had tucked away from their paper routes they were able to rent the most awesome canoe ever - looked like the friggin' jawbone of a giant sea predator! They were having the time of their lives navigating the rapids, tracking wildlife and cooking on an open fire. That is until they heard the unmistakable strum of a banjo in the distance. Hope they brought a crossbow with them - they may need it.

Happy Trails!

I'm going to give all of those sad YA covergirls a break and focus on their male counterparts during the next few posts. Although not as woeful, they have their problems too, mostly concerning sports, cars and ingenious ways to get sad, woeful girls into the backseats of cars. 

This is a really fine example of 1970's book jacket design. Overall it's pleasing to the eye and the font works, but I have to conclude that the illustrator:

1)  was a frequent consumer of hallucinogenic drugs (that's not camera shake - those are real trails there) 

2) was a frequent consumer of Mr. Kroc's popular burger emporium. How else to explain that hair!

Coasting, yup, that's what he's doing.

Dear Barbara Cohen,

When I first saw this book, I thought, "How radical! A book written in 1985 about a teenage hustler! He's just arrived in the big, bad ci-tay, looking for Christopher Street." What's that you say? It's called Coasting - not Cruising? Huh. Coulda fooled me. Nice feathered hair though.