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.
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Not to mention a small airport just about two miles due west, according to google maps.
Sounds like dinner.
I’ve seen quite a lot of healthy wild turkeys running around the Northeast. Very different than the scrawny ones I saw in Oklahoma a few years ago.
I concur with Barbara’s analysis.
This looks like a scene from Blair Witch