1000 miles are over

Josh is dead after the second day with bad knees. But he's still a happy camper.

Here's Lake Erie. they say it looks like an ocean cuz it's so big but I saw land on the other side so nope, no good. The beach was all neat, instead of sand it had all kinds of flat rocks to skip on the water and the whole shore was a big ol' rock as I went out to swim. then I cut my hand on a rock.

Bout dang time we got out of New York. It took forever. Pennsylvania should be neat now. maybe we'll see more Amish.

Here's a classic shot. we went to rest and to leep and someone got my camera and took a photograph then returned it unharmed to my bag. Later the owner of the property told us to get the beep off his land. he wasn't really friendly but he was huge so we couldnt do anything about it.

Here's the 2 freight trains that go down the road at 15 -20 miles an hour. Josh wanted to name them Ace and Gary but I don't know about that one cuz that's nasty. We met a neat French guy yesterday. He liked to say the s word and use American cusswords. His name is Pierre, "that's his name in French." He's going cross country too but the other way, and he's only camped once, the rest of the time he knocks on peoples doors and asks to sleep in their backyard. He's like a modern day Adam Dalton. Josh and I are thinking of doing that one day, you know to be adventurous, After all I haven't shaved the whole trip and I have a thick beard and people are already calling me Grizzly Adams. They also say I look like Jack Harrison. "Keep ya'll busy."