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The Devil Is in the Detours

You might think a walk across the state would be a straight line, or near enough, but the reality is quite different; this walk has been a patchwork of trails riddled with detours. Some of those detours were personal (injury) and some technical (here’s looking at you, broken cart), but the further east I travel,…

Pork at a Walking Pace

The other day, Rod said, “I love that you had already bookmarked every taco place in town, and have been aggressively prosecuting your taco agenda since the moment we got here,” and, honestly, I’ve never felt more seen. Othello is a town comprised of a small handful of farm and ranch owners and a whole…

Between Inexperience and Wisdom

Some milestones are big and some are small and some don’t look or feel like milestones at all. This milestone was a river and a bridge and a bridge that wasn’t. At walking mile 340 of my journey, I arrived at the shores of the Columbia River in Vantage, Washington. It should have felt like…

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