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.
A few tons of nice stones and the sweat of a few Boy Scouts and this could look just like my spring!
That poor concrete block. I hear the 27th year of water torture is the hardest.