It takes roughly seven million steps to walk from Los Angeles to Boston. It took Ben Davis six million, nine hundred and seventy five thousand. Not because he's an over-achiever or anything, but because he jogged with longer strides when he got scared. And through some of Kansas. He also howled with the coyotes in the Mojave Desert, camped in the peaks of the Rocky Mountains, shared meals with hundreds of strangers, and only got the police called on him, like, 11 or 12 times. He braved snowstorms in Arizona, thunderstorms in Indiana, and crazy people in New Jersey. This is the diary of one large man's attempt to walk 3,100 miles, for no profound reason, equipped with little gear, even less experience, but much enthusiasm. And Pop-Tarts. Through amber waves of grain, from sea to shining sea.