A nice elderly couple let me stay in their barn last night, sheltering me from the huge thunderstorm that rolled through in the wee hours of the morning.
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.
Glad you had shelter from the thunderstorm Matt, I can see the gray skies out there.
This image is sooo David Lynchian, both artsy and spooky at the same time.