We parted ways this morning in Bowling Green, OH. For the record, he walked 8 miles on Monday after meeting me in the afternoon, and then 23, 20, 22, and 23 miles on each of the following days. He’s a tough ol’ sonofabitch!
"Vote Friday on Tuesday"?
"Vote Tuesday for Friday"?
"Vote Friday, but do it on Tuesday"?
"Take Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday out of the equation, and there’s a 50% chance you’ll get it right"?
That's the idea, at least. I'm walking westward from New York City for nine months or so.
If everything goes according to plan, I'll be in Oregon when the clock runs out.
If nothing goes according to plan, maybe I'll end up in Peru or Mongolia or Pennsylvania.
You can read all about the details of my trip
if you're so inclined.