HFP Day 4. Ohio – The Cold descends upon my soul like a water balloon dropped from a high balcony. My quarry cleverly eludes me, always on the move. Waddling bastards. The Sun has abandoned me, nothing but dreary gray and despair.

Spirits are high.

Hunting For Penguins. Day 3. Ever northward. Thought I saw a polar bear in Kentucky just now....

I am Hunting For Penguins!