Welcome to Nevada!
James Thurgood Walter Prescott Pedometer the Third was born mid-day thursday, and be damned it feels good to be back. Nearly 18 miles have ticked off my belt in the past 36 hours, and that means business. Only it feels like i haven't left work in 4 days. Or slept for that matter. But how else do you get your face on the 200 dollar bill?
2 Days Official Distance: 17.89 miles
Total Distance Crossed: 203.54 miles
Clark, Nevada
Crap! we've blown clear through the Nevada border, and didn't even stop in Reno for a crappy burger, a bad gamble, OR a slap in the face. We're out of state! And not just out of state but well into the crappin desert. How did this happen? I've been galavanting so much i forgot just how close we were getting to crossing a state line. i wonder if i was in the store when it happened. i'll tell you this much: this time next year, when i'm getting anywhere remotely close to the bridge in New York, and this whole ball game is almost over, i won't accidentally be walking past that finish line and into the Atlantic Ocean. It won't be like, oh, i finished my walk, blah blah, guess i'll just go to Europe. No. It'll be over. And those last steps will happen somewhere great. They'll be on my hands off of a waterfall or out of an airplane or something. They wont be at the job.
Next stop: Gilpin. And if you don't think we're out of California, check out the only image to come from my search for this neck of the woods.

I'm on that fake train, despite the fact that it appears to be rolling west through Clark, which is obviously wrong. This is just a tricky angle. I'm glad to get Nevada out of the way too.
Oh man, i feel fresh. Like a cactus being born. Cheers to progress and homelessness and donuts.
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