500 of us crossed the Continental Divide through the 11,000 foot high Independence pass in Mid-June. From there we walked North East through Chicago, New York City and then South to Washington D.C. Arriving on November 15th. A distance of 3,701.4 miles, averaging 18 miles a day for 8 1/2 months.
I was 20 years old.
| No really, I was 20 - not 12. This was at White Oak Park in L.A. in February, 1986, where we trained for two whole weeks before setting out on our cross country hike. I've just finished my first 12 miler. | And here we are on Powerline Road, somewhere between Barstow and Vegas, where the wind never stops. |
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| Here I am outside Las Vegas, pretty much toughened up and acclimated. | And this is everything that Richard and I owned for a year. Tent, sleeping bag, two crates (socks, letters and cassettes mostly) and whatever you carried on your back. |
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| Hypothermia day outside of Victorville. | Eventually I learned to sleep anywhere, at any time. |
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| But it wasn't all doom and gloom. Here I am playing chess at a resort outside of St. George, Utah. | And here's a picture of Robert Blake with a tampon in his mouth. |
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| But yeah, sometimes things got tough. This day in Wiggins, Colorado for example, when our campsite flooded and there was no where to go to dry out. | So you say "The hell with it" and go play some frisbee football in the mud. |
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| Here Lisa Brown and I give props to the blood orange. Note my Big, Rubber Pants and Marine parka. | Independence Pass, Colorado. The Continental Divide. At this point the joke "It's all downhill from here" we thought referred only to altitude. |
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| The lovely Rebecca Warren and I share a scarf. | Prom night in Denver. The tie was hers. |
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| Alexa Nadeau and I collect straws in Boulder, Colorado. Check out the ZZ Top beard. | Mom picks a bad day to visit the March. Somewhere in the Midwest. |
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| Outside Philadelphia. Richard and I repair the gear trailer that we damaged when we hit a low-hanging tree branch. | Crossing the George Washington Bridge into NYC. |
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| Hearing Jesse Jackson speak outside of the U.N. | And yeah, it rains a lot in New York City in October. |
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| It rained so much that it started to rot good 'ol RG30. So we got it a hotel room for a night so it could finally dry out. (We slept on the floor.) | Polly and I at Baltimore Stadium. Strangely this was not my first dinner comprised of Ritz crackers and chocolate frosting. |
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| How much did the March change us? Well here are Richard Colodny, Lisa Brown and I in Battery Park in October. | And here we are back in February, 8 months earlier. |
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| Post-March. Note the face. Ready to get off the road. Rich and I heading to National Airport and a flight back to the West Coast. And yep, that's still everything we owned for a year. | December, 1986. Back home in Cucamonga, getting ready to make my face employable. |
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