They let us stay in their barn to keep warm last night. Mark offered us some homemade burritos, but sadly we had just eaten. We could have had back-to-back Mexican dinners!
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.