I was filling up water bottles at this spring when I met Curtis, who just stopped by on his way back to Portland. He had been playing bass in a nearby baroque music festival. Perhaps we'll run into him again on down the line...
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.