of the Army, so I began walking between towns to look for a new job. Although I wasn't having much luck at finding any work, I quickly realized all that hiking and sleeping under the stars seemed to be helping with my PTSD. I then decided to walk across America with hopes that it would bring me some sort of peace. Alone and unsupported, I spent the next three years traveling from Tennessee to Delaware, to California, to Florida, to Alaska, back to Florida, and back to California again. This is a true story that details all of my experiences on a daily basis.