Ken Ilgunas

I was walking down a country road in southern Kansas when I spotted a big dog trotting toward me. It kept its body low to the ground...

On my first day in Kansas, I walked a country road to the medium-sized town of Washington, situated just a mile or so from the Keystone...

Dear Faith Wesleyan Church, Today is the 65th day of my journey. I am walking cross-country from Alberta, Canada to the Gulf Coast of...

In Nebraska, I was a celebrity. I was interviewed by countless small newspapers, the Nebraska chapter of the Sierra Club, and two TV...

(Francis Gardler / Lincoln Journal Star) (Francis Gardler / Lincoln Journal Star) When the governor and I began our journey, the day was...

The governor (aka “Rick”) decided to join the hike. Even though he sees himself as a 30-year-old “swashbuckler,” he thought that, as a...

On December 4, 2012, hundreds of Nebraskans gathered in the small town of Albion to comment on an environmental assessment of...

While Rick Hammond may have never been officially elected to political office, he’s known to some as “The Governor.” Rick and his...

I have so much respect for Dick Gordon and the producers of his radio show, “The Story.” He’s based in Chapel Hill, North Carolina, and...

In Petersburg, Nebraska (population approximately 200), I was sitting at the counter at a convenience store, which also ran a small...

I was eating a pumpkin pie with a plastic spoon while hiking down Highway 18 in southern South Dakota. A homeowner, who saw me walk past...

As well as taking notes, I’ve been taking footage of my journey. I’ve gone through past hiking entries and included a video at the bottom...

When a cow attacks you, he’s gonna use his head to push you to the ground. Once he gets you down, he’s going to trample you to death. —...

An American does not know how to converse, but he discusses; he does not discourse, but he holds forth; he always speaks to you as to an...

I feel like I am in a giant orange balloon being tossed in a tempestuous sky. But I am only in South Dakota, on the ground, somewhere in...

In Fallon, Montana, I was given a can of soup, a homegrown tomato, and an orange vest typically worn by hunters. (“I’d hate to see you...

The landscape has changed. The prairie, which I’ve hiked and grown fond of these past many days, has gradually become grayer, rockier,...

“Don’t you think it’s a little late in the year to be traveling?” asked the cashier at a Reynolds Supermarket in Glasgow, Montana....

I spent three and a half days in Shaunavon, SK, recuperating from a devastating shin splint injury. I hung out in coffee shops, the...

I write this from the Stardust Motel in Shaunavon, Saskatchewan–a medium sized prairie town 75 miles from the Montana border. I took a...