My inflatable sleeping pad has sprung a few leaks that I’ve been unable to successfully patch, so my parents mailed a new one (or, rather, my dad’s not-used-much one) to the post office in Jamestown, where I’ll be resting my feet for a few days.
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.