The very first day in Boston...
February 10, 2011
Our Governor at the time, Deval Patrick, walked with me for the last three miles in Massachusetts.
NEW YORK STATE
Central New York is beautiful, with
surprisingly long, high hills and
prosperous dairy farms.
It's a big state... 372 miles along US 20.
RICHFIELD SPRINGS, NY
Towns in central New York are picturesque and full of history.
The outer fringe of Hurricane Sandy roiled up Lake Erie and made my trek through the western suburbs of Cleveland less than joyful.
Memorials to road fatalities are scattered everywhere. You rarely notice them from a car, but on foot they add a huge measure of poignancy to walking along the highway. Each one is unique. This one is near Elkhart, Indiana.
This sign is in the Oak Lawn suburb of Chicago, still on 95th St. From coast to coast, sign-watching is very entertaining. Great ones everywhere...
I could do a whole book on signs!
A HUGE milestone was crossing the Mississippi River into Dubuque, Iowa. Lincoln and my Iowa cousin, Jack Hatch, were waiting on the other side.
In Iowa, I followed US30, the oldest cross-country route. Also known as the Lincoln Highway, it was celebrating its 100th birthday that year (2014).
Spring 2014... a lot of hiking ahead in Nebraska... Cedar County in this photo. We don't know yet how much we're going to love this state... all 432 miles!
Randolph, Nebraska main drag. Tiny but as we'll discover, not all that tiny. A fun town. Even some night life.
Thank you to the many yard decorators. You made my days much more interesting! This purple masterpiece is in Ainsworth, NE.
Fields of junk cars and trucks have, over time, become picturesque litter in Newport, Nebraska and many other places along the way.
Every sixth day was devoted to resting my knees, and taking care of off-road stuff! Here I am taking care of business in Moby, the RV.
WYOMING Here we come!
Beautiful Wind River Canyon in central Wyoming.
The gear side of things at the end of a cold, drizzly day in Yellowstone.
Walking up Sylvan Pass in the Absaroka Range, my Rocky Mountain crossing in the eastern part of Yellowstone National Park.
Yellowstone is endlessly fascinating. Geothermal activity is everywhere... here along Yellowstone Lake.
Castle Rock Overlook, east of Mountain Home, Idaho, the start of last year's walk.
Immigrant Road, along the Oregon Trail. US 20 joins I-84 through here for mighty miserable walking. I hiked this gravel road, following the old wagon route, for several days, almost all the way to Boise.
Lincoln just dropped me off and is headed to the tiny remote outpost of Juntura, Oregon where we will "camp" for a week. There are some truly lonely communities in eastern Oregon and I walked through several.
Oregon, the last state! But a big one... 451 miles, beginning in Nyssa. Behind me is the shuttered Amalgamated Sugar (from beets) plant, closed in 2005.
Friends and family dropped in along the way to walk a few miles with me. Here is Lincoln, on the right with Tim and Sarah Eustis and Henry, 14, and Fred, 10. Sarah is Casey's half sister. Casey joined me each year for a couple of days.
Decorating my hat became a daily activity... it was something to do along the incredibly empty stretches in Malheur County.
The Pacific Ocean brought to you by my feet!