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.
I don’t know, Matt. I think you stumbled across a murder scene.
Wow! Did they mash a dead animal into the tar when they were paving?
Just something picked clean and run over a million times. Odds are it was a possum or raccoon, based on the roadkill I’ve seen.
Raptor, I think. But that far south? (giggles)
Sparky! :(
looks like a rooster !
The chicken that didn’t make it across the road!