My dining companions at the Kozy Korner included an older gentleman bicycling from Washington to Virginia, and another fellow returning home to southwestern Montana from a motorcycle trip to Maine.
The one on the right contained a bag full of notes from various friends passing through the area (as well as two Werther's Originals). I added a little message to the collection.
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.