I spent the evening sitting on the deck with Liz and Ronnie, drinking Korbel (brandy) and soda, and watching the sun set: a beautiful end to a long, hot day. When their son Carl and his girlfriend came home later, we all had dinner together.
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.