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.
Hopefully, or maybe it was a drunken mural painter.
I knew that was coming….
That’s really quite an impressive deer!
I’m hoping you went over there to sanp a quick photo, and weren’t walking on that side.