Kait and I will no longer be ending our walk in San Francisco. San Fran has been our end goal pretty much since the day we decided to do this whole thing, but we’ve gotten pretty comfortable going with the flow and rolling with the ever-changing, unpredictable landscape of time and space. Our route has changed time and time again, due to weather an whim and people-visiting and opportunities lost and gained. Because of a multitude of circumstance and positive developments, we have decided to end our walk to the Pacific Ocean in Long Beach, California.
We have been trying to get an event of some kind planned for our arrival in the West – a 5k dog walk, or a pet fair, or an adoption event – something to drive our mission home and end with a bang. We had no luck getting anything moving in San Francisco, and since we spend most of our time every day walking and trying to not die, we needed to find someone on the ground to help us put something together. On a whim, Kait called our good friend Lacie, who lives in LBC. She’s a dog owner and lover, and also a very supportive and motivated friend. We told her what we wanted to do, and within a week she got the Long Beach Dog Park Association to agree to host an event. It’s that easy.
With the opportunity to make something happen at the finish line that could take the energy of our project and amplify it, the decision to walk to Long Beach instead was a no-brainer. That, and it shaves about 300 miles off of our walk. And we’re tired. So that sounds ok. Ocean is ocean. So from here – we’re in Las Vegas, by the way – we now have less than 300 miles to go before we reach the coast. Our big finish day is going to be November 17th, come hell or high water or traffic or whatever. More details to follow.