Day 95

DATE: April 5
MILES: 286.3
Been walking in Ohio since late January, am finally in my fourth state: Kentucky. Just went through Maysville, which for only being Kentucky's 50th largest city, has plenty of note:
1. Home of Rosemary Clooney. Earlier in Steubenville, Ohio, my walk took me past the mural of Dean martin. Here, I came within a block of a similar commemoration of Ms. Clooney.
2. Decorative wrought iron was made here and shipped down the Ohio to New Orleans. Nice coincidence.
3. Maysville is the site of the reputed "Bermuda Triangle of the Ohio River." It also has a haunted hospital that's been featured on some TV show.
4. I'm presently south of Maysville on US 68, the first macadamized road in the U.S.

Day 90

DATE: March 31
MILES: 274.6
End-of-month (and -quarter) update: I'm 4.6 miles ahead of schedule. I'm just about to cross the Ohio (for the third time) and enter Kentucky. As I type this, my real-world self is a couple blocks from the head of the Ohio River; I could have floated here, instead of walking nearly 300 miles.

Day 85

DATE: March 26
MILES: 257.1
I'm walking down roads called "Grassy Fork," "Black Hollow" and "Steam Furnace." Deep in the heart of SW Ohio. Just past through a dot on the map called "Whippoorwill." Two miles ahead of schedule.

Day 81

DATE: March 22
MILES: 243.9
Still in rural SW Ohio, near Locust Grove, with little to report. Rather than another dull map screen-grab, here I am standing by the fake King Tut statue in Las Vegas. Those are some big feet.

Day 76

DATE: March 17
MILES: 233.9
After a couple of days of non-stop walking in Las Vegas last week -- where every block is the better part of a mile -- I'm ahead of schedule by about 10 miles. And finally, the winter weather here has broken.
Currently, my journey has me in Ohio still, just southwest of Pike State Forest, and heading for the Kentucky border.

Day 66

DATE: March 7
MILES: 194.7
Near Kingston, Ohio, a town of some 1,000 people.

Day 59

DATE: February 28
MILES: 165.9

End of month summary: 165.9 miles walked; 911.1 miles to go.

I should be at 177 miles by now, but the snowiest month ever in my world has put a crimp on just walking down the street.

I'm heading into Lancaster, a place I recall semi-fondly from when my AMC Eagle stopped running there during a road trip. On the upside, it busted near the mall, and some web-buddies later rescued me.