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.
why have two hind legs when you can have one REALLY fat one?
Sounds like the opening to a joke: ” A cowboy rides into town on a three legged horse…”
XD
No stirrups