I had a tough hobo-choice to make last night: sleep in a (non-vehicular) tunnel or under a bridge. I ultimately chose the tunnel for its accessibility and its greater protection from rain and high winds.
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.