They welcomed us onto their beautiful farm without hesitation, and showed their hospitality through that most wonderful medium: tacos! Plus they had lots of friendly animals for Dad to pet and talk to.
In western PA I started seeing little enclosures built to protect kids from the elements while they wait for the bus in the morning. The shacks usually have a nice homemade feel to them, but this one was a little different.
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.