A very nice woman named Betsy stopped to give me some food today, including this watermelon. Given the tools at hand (pocketknife, spoon, ground), I decided this would be the tidiest way to eat it. The hole grew in size, but the first cut made for the best picture.
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.