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 believe her name is Judy.
My uncle is from Bremen and graduated there! Northern Indiana is full of Amish everywhere. Did you notice in Bremen that the railroad in the town divides where the Amish live and the rest of the town lives. Kinda weird huh
A real “other side of the tracks” thing, huh?