I had a good chuckle back in Minnesota when I came across toilet paper covering miles of sealed asphalt cracks, but now I laugh no more. I can't tell you how many times today my feet got stuck in the hot, gooey sealant covering this road.
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.