That was Dan's reply when I told him about my trip. And after baking out in the sun for hours, I couldn't have asked for a better ending to the day: beers, a shower, and a real bed!
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.