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.
That is my second favorite type of food.
Behind tortilla chips with grape jelly on them? Boy are you weird.
Seriously, you’re killin me here…. :)