Almost Died

Well, I guess stealing that homeless man's bike wasn't all that smart.  It made for bad Karma and almost got killed in this wreck.

I barely escaped with my life and my bike intact.  Well, the homeless man's bike intact.

It's Really Really Hot

I probably shouldn't have started this journey in the middle of summer.  Once I left the comfy confines of Seattle, life has been treacherous.  I didn't know that eastern washington was so desolate.  I hadn't prepared for that, and have ended up losing a bit of weight and becoming dehydrated to the point I passed out and woke up in a local Spokane hospital.

I ripped the IV's out of my arm when I woke, because nothing will distract me from my mission of finding my Irish heritage.

I think I must have been a little delirious because I think I stole a homeless man's bike.  Anyway, this will help me make up for the time I've lost.  I'm sorry, homeless man, for stealing your bike - and your napsack.

Day 1 Leaving Seattle

I completed about 49 miles of 2,918 mile journey in my first day.  Oddly enough no one offered a lift, but that's not expected in this day and age.  I slept at a motel 6 by the Lake Sammarnish State Park.  I need to make better time and the rain is unbearable.

I can't wait to get to Ireland, home of my family heritage and have a pint of Guinness.

Ok, the trip is booked. I leave june 13 and will hike to new york by august 25. I then catch a plane from nyc to Dublin and begin my journey. I wish my parents were alive to experience this, but the tragic accident in 2002 gave me this chance.