(State #49/50) I spent May and early June trying to shake a raw Northeastern spring. Finally, somewhere in Connecticut, I found summer. For months after, long warm days only proceeded more of the same. Then September arrived. Lingering rains soon … Continue reading
(State #33/50) My Mother stood, looking impatient and swatting mosquitoes, as I lugged free-ranging laundry from my car and into her rental. In my backseat, I piled junk onto the adjacent seat and crammed some trash under that pile. Then … Continue reading
(State #14/50) My night in Maryland marked the one month anniversary of my trip — not a bad point to reach for my first paid night of lodging. Up until then, I had managed to find free camping, but the … Continue reading
(State #12/50) I was outpacing summer. Sure, I accomplished my goal of clearing the Deep South before it got too damn hot and bug-ridden. But, heading north into the mountains of West Virginia with my cousin Wesley, the 5th of … Continue reading
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