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.
The bigger the waistband, the deeper the quicksand, or so I have heard. –Spinal Tap
Green Acre? Only one?
and the drivers last words were “Hey Bubba – watch this!”