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.
order me 6 of those cheery trees i bet they ran out of R’s
Good eye! I didn’t even notice.
This sign also deserves praise– for its correct use of an apostrophe.
But where are their weeping willows?