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.
I’m assuming you slept at the County Fairgrounds. Or at least in some park where a bunch of old people who wake up insanely early stare at the weirdos sleeping in the park.