Last night as I was setting up my tent, Jackie O. came down to bring me a couple of delicious raisin-filled cookies. "Around these parts they call me the Cookie Lady." You can see she was subtly encouraging me on my journey with her hat selection.
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.