I'm walking across America.
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.
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Here's my progress so far:
As I’m reading your blog, I’m hoping that you don’t suffer from seasonal allergies – they are horrible in the northeast right now!
Hmmmm, we have signs like that in a building I work in sometimes … “Corridor” “Closet” “Mechanical Room” “Elevator” … every single door is marked.
Of course, we are assuming it is a descriptive sign. Maybe the farm is owned by a family named Horse, or maybe they have a prize bull named Horse in that pasture. Or a horse named Horse, of course.
The horse is right there! Watching you!
Yeah, I missed that subtle horse-head peeking out when I posted previously. Nice touch, Matt.
AH! SO THAT’S WHAT THAT IS! Looked like a dog sitting on its haunches to me…I was so confused!
I actually misread the caption with the link to the previous post “With their sweet, tangy flesh”.
I know I’m predictable, but I’m going to say it anyway: that horse is damn cute.
Not only can that horse hardly talk… it can hardly spell. It’s H-O-A-R-S-E.
Maybe it’s a preschool for future equestrians. “This a horse, and this is how you spell ‘horse’. H – O – R – S – E. Horse.”