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.
Wish i was with you or even just standing there…
Love this shot… starting to look like the rolling hills…. I’m excited for more….. makes me want to head west!
You are heading for some really pretty country. Just wait until you hit the mountains!
Ah … The “West River” country.
And this shot is from a man who just said ” I can’t get good landscapes with my phone”. Love the shot. Love the tree’s, love the dry river (or what seems to be a dry streem). Nice shot Matt. Might make a good background for the computer too. Safe travels onward, peace and blessings.
My imagination tells me there’s a “little house” just outside the viewing area.
That is so awesome Matt. Keep these great pics coming.
If not for the fence, there would be no sign of human activity. Are there still places so untouched??
I want to climb that HILL! I really do.
and then tuck together and just keep rolling and rolling.
Just wait till he hits the badlands. Great photos coming from there.
Lovely. I can feel the breeze blowing through the grass, and trees.
It’s interesting in this shot how some of the trees and bushes are blown (permanently, it seems) in one direction while, at the time of the photo, the grass is blowing in the opposite direction.
Matt, you are in for a different kind of wild walkin’ as you enter this new section of the country.
It’s going to be great, I’m sure.
More hills! Yeah!
Matt, it occurred to me your route is probably very nearly the same route Teddy Roosevelt would have taken from New York City when he famously travelled to the North Dakota Badlands. He went by train, but would’ve have noticed the same landscape changes.
Also, you are near the same route Mr. Custer and the 7th Cavalry took on that last ride from Fort Abraham Lincoln near Mandan to the Little Bighorn River in 1876.
(I’m a history geek and note all these things)
This is called a ‘coulee’ in the west. Yesterday I heard the song ‘They call the wind Mariah’, and it kept
going thro my head all day, thinking of your journey. Good traveling. H in Melrose, MN