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.
Reminds me of the time my brother told my mom that her stroganoff tasted like cat vomit. And then got grounded for an unspecified number of years.
I was thinking of that story as I wrote this.
In Madison they have to remind you that good food is served where there is beer.
Apparently, at some time, they served “Less than Great” food-hmmm.
Cat vomit? lmao – good sense of humor!!!