I spent last night with these guys, eating, talking, listening (to what, you will soon find out), and walking (we took a post-dinner stroll around nearby Lone Fir Cemetery, the oldest cemetery in Portland).
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.