To reiterate from a previous post, it’s not uncommon for someone to let me stay on their property but not want to have anything else to do with me. When I don’t write about where I stayed for an evening, this is usually what’s happened.
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.