The dream hasn't died.

I nurse the occasional dream. One of them is to take a plane to Alaska, travel as far north as you can go... and then walk. Walk south, all the way south, down into South America. Down into Cape Horn.

That's the entire American land mass.

I'd considered walking that route in 2013, but I got distracted. But I haven't forgotten that dream, and I still consider it from time to time.

When I was taking my walk today, I had an idea. Pack a backpack with 40 pounds of gear and start walking, as far as I can, until I can't move. See how far I can get in a single day. If the folks don't have any plans, maybe I'll do it on Saturday.

I walk three miles an hour. I estimated thirty a day, if I can do ten hours a day. It would be a good idea to get an actual figure.