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.
That’s my sort of hospitality!
You are restoring my faith in America with the reporting of your wonderful journey. We in CA ain’t quite so friendly. God Bless you.
Side note: I recall a similar journey published by a guy in the OC Register newspaper way back in the early 80’s. He did the trip by bicycle,..and also had a wonderful trip. Encountered wonderful warm friendly people.
There are PLENTY
Oops! I hit a wrong button! Anyway, there are PLENTY of friendly people in CA! Just had to throw that out there…
Haha brandy. No shock. People in this state love brandy for some reason.
I once read the reason we Sconnnies like brandy so much is that French trappers and explorers brought it into the region back in the 15 and 16 hundreds. That may be as much legend as fact.