He tracked me down late this afternoon to offer some cold beverages, and rode along beside me on his bike for a while. He also got us some beer and pizza at the end of the day!
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.