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.
I was wondering if you were wearing a reflective vest, now I know.
I have to admit that I was expecting a little more facial hair growth, no self respecting hobo has such a close shaven beard.
I haven’t touched the beard since I left!
So nonchalant! You must do this with every mirror you pass.
Does the stench from your old socks feed you like fuel? You look quite determined.
What a great pic! I’ve just found your blog today, what a wonderful thing to do, best wishes for the rest of your journey ;o)