wats the longest u ever walked for ive been walking for about 2 weeks now and my feet r killing lol but ive had sum lifts along the way but yer wats the longest or ferthes uve walked

 

21 mile walk along the dorset coast path - and believe me there is a shit load of hills there !

 

In Ranger training,we did forced marches that lasted for several days.I would guess around 100 miles is my record.

 

On a bet I walked from Miami, Florida to the 1963 worlds fair in Seattle, Washington and back. 7255 miles total. Took me 483 days.


The bet was that I couldn't walk to Seattle and if I walked it that I couldn't do it in time to see the worlds fair. I did it but was almost late. I spent a week at the fair before it closed.


I had a drinking buddy who I spent time with. One night we were talking about the World fair and expressing the wish to go. It was over a year away and I made the brag that if I wanted to go bad enough I would walk. My friend told me that it was impossible. I told him that our fore fathers did it and they didn’t have the advantage of paved roads to travel on. My friend wanted to bet me that I couldn’t and I refused as I couldn’t cover the kind of money that he was willing to bet. I told him that if he was to back me I would do it for $ 2.00 a mile and expenses. He agreed to pay me the $ 2.00 a mile and expenses .

I needed to take time to prepare for the trip. I wouldn’t be able to carry all that I would need on my back. I would have to have a wagon or something to push or pull. I tried a pull cart and it was too heavy when loaded. I wouldn’t be able to pull it over some of the mountains that I would have to cross.

One day while I was out looking for something I could use to carry my load I spotted a sign “Donkey and cart for sale. $ 50.00.” Just the thing I needed. The cart turned out to be a back of a pickup truck converted into a trailer. It was light enough and balanced good. I was able to pull it with out much trouble. The harness was in good shape. I harnessed the donkey and took him for a walk for a few miles to see how he worked in traffic. He seemed to be all right so I bought him. I told the people I bought him from what we were going to do and asked them if I could let him stay with them until I had every thing ready for the trip.

The rules for the trip were as follows:

1. I was to walk all the way.
2. I was to call every place that there was a telephone.
3. I had to spend time at the fair and be able to prove it.
4. I couldn’t accept any rides.

We call the Miami Harold and told them we were getting ready for the trip and asked them if they wanted to print the story. They didn’t want to send anyone with me but did have a reporter present at the start.

It wasn’t long after starting that I realized I had made a mistake. I had let my big mouth get me into trouble again. I wasn’t prepared for traveling like this. SLOW!! Five to twenty miles a day. It took a week to travel from Miami to Clewiston, a little over 125 miles. I was ready to quit. My feet hurt. I had blisters on top of blisters. The nights were worse as I was being eaten alive by mosquitoes. I found some mosquito netting at the local fish and tackle store and that helped me sleep at night.

I took a week off to get my feet healed. Then I had to decide whether to go on or return. The trouble with going back I would loose face. I would have to face the fact that I was a failure and I didn’t want that. I also had to walk back to Miami. I decided to go on another day. I made that day then another. One day at a time stopping to rest as the needed. By the time I reached Tallahassee I was walking between ten to twenty-five miles a day.

I had planned to make the trip in 36 weeks. Enough time to get to the fair at it’s beginning and stay until the finish. I learned not to make that kind of plans again. I almost missed the fair completely.

I have told many people of my travels. Many of them wanted to know if I was going to write a book about my experiences and I always said no. How do you write a book about being bored most of the time.


Wake up.

Feed the donkey.

Feed yourself.

Harness the donkey.

Start walking.

Walk until someone stops to talk or it is time for lunch.

Real exciting. Every day of every week of every month for three and a half years. From Miami, Florida to Seattle, Washington and back and I was bored most of the time. There were times though.

The reason I almost missed the fair is I am a sexaholic. Have been all of my life. I spend almost all of my waking hours looking for someone to fuck or to fuck me. Sex is the driving force in my life. I prefer women but women aren’t always available. Men, it seem are easier to get. Just about any public restroom in just about any park in just about any town you will be able to find some man for some casual sex. Not every man is willing to fuck you and not all will suck your dick.

I have talked to several men. I ask “Have you ever had a man suck your dick? The answer is usually the same. “Yes.” I then ask them “Have you ever sucked a dick or been fucked in the ass?” The answer is usually the same. “No.” “I’m not a Queer.” I then explain to them that it doesn’t matter . “If you have male to male sex. Even if all you do is stand there and let the other man suck you off, you are engaging in homosexual sex and are just as guilty as the man sucking you off.” This sometimes causes an argument and even goes as far as violence.

I am not a handsome man. It isn’t easy for me to find women to make love to. I do find some women but most of my sexual encounters have been with men. If I wanted sex, I would go to a park and to the public restroom and wait. It isn’t long until some one comes along looking for the same thing a I am. We do our thing and go our separate ways.

As I get older and reflect upon my past, I sometimes wonder why I never got aids or something just as bad. I still think of sex all of the time. I just don’t go out looking for it any more. I am with a woman that I have been with for the past eighteen years and I do not want to bring something home that she could catch.

It had been several weeks since I left Miami and I hadn’t had any sex except what my hands could provide. I hadn’t brought any dresses to wear. I only had my panties. I never liked shorts.

I decided to try to get through the larger cities in one day if possible. I do not like having to stay in vacant lots any more than I have to. Such was the case in Mobile, Ala. I had made it almost to the city limits but had to make camp in a vacant lot. It had trees and there was water handy for Sam the donkey. While I was setting up camp a man came by to find out what I was doing. I explained to him that I was walking to the worlds fair. He asked me if he could buy me some coffee at the restraint across the street. We sat for a while and it started to rain. He told me that he had to call a cab as he had several blocks to walk. I told him that he could stay at my camp until the rain stopped.

After a couple of hours and the rain hadn’t stopped, I invited him to stay the night. He said he would. I had the habit of going to bed as soon as it got dark. And up at dawn. We undressed for bed. Sometime during the night I woke up to find he had a hard on and laying close to me so that I could feel it. He was fast a sleep and I took a chance and started playing with his cock. I pulled it out of his shorts and went down on it. He woke up with me sucking his cock. He reached the back of my head and pulled me close almost choking me with his dick. After he came we smoked a cigarette and I asked him if he would mind fucking me. He had never fuck anyone in the ass before and was willing to try it once.

I sucked his dick again until it got hard then with some spit I lubricated my ass hole and his dick. I laid on my back and raised my legs so that my ass hole was in easy reach for his cock. I told him to put my legs on his shoulders so that he could get the most penetration. He fucked me for a long time. The next morning I sucked him off again and let him fuck me.

He left and I broke camp thinking that that would be the last I saw of that young man. That afternoon it started to rain again and I made an early camp. I laid down for a nap only to be woke up to honking of a horn. I got up to see what was happening and saw the man I had been with the night before and four of his buddies.

We sat around talking. One of the guys started rubbing his cock making sure that I saw him do it. Another got up to piss and made sure I could see his dick. After a few beers one guy got up, took out his dick and walked over to me and said “ I want this big dick of mine sucked.” I didn’t say anything, I just took it in my mouth and sucked Him off. As soon as I finished him I had another and then another until I had sucked all five dicks. I told them that I wanted to get gang banged. Each of them in turn fucked me. Before the night was over I had each of them at lease twice and a couple more.

These young men came to see every evening for a week. The last night they brought their girlfriends and we had real sex party. I not only took all of the guys in the ass, I also got to fuck some of their girlfriends.

By the time I reached the Dallas/Fort Worth area, I had been on the road thirteen weeks and in a much needed rest. I had covered around thirteen hundred miles. The miles were starting to get to Sam. He needed to get some fat on him. I had been feeding him good but all the work was using it up faster than he was getting it. We needed at lease a month.

I met a man who repaired player pianos. He had a large back yard and told me I could camp there for as long as I needed. I offered to pay him some rent but he told me that he needed some help in the shop and would trade me room and board for the help. I always wanted to know how player pianos worked so I told him that I would stay with him a month.

Stay away from religious fanatics. They are the most single minded people on earth. If they get an idea in their heads about something, no amount of arguing or explaining will change their minds.

On weekends I would catch the bus to Fort Worth to look for sex. I would buy my ticket home so that if a cop got nosy to why I was hanging around, I could hand him my ticket and tell him to get lost.

There were blow holes in the booths in the men’s restroom and I would suck as many as I could before catching the bus home. I could score sex there almost every night. Some times I would find a woman who was willing and going to Dallas. The bus was almost always empty at that time of night and we would go to the back of the bus where the seat covered the width of the back.

One night I met an Indian girl going to Dallas. As usual I took her to the back of the buss where I could eat her pussy and fuck her without being seen. I gave her my address which was a mistake. About a week later she sent me a post card telling me how good I had made her feel. Her writing and spelling was that of a third grader’s. It would have been all right if she had sent me a letter. As it was the fellow read the card and accused me of molesting a child. I tried to explain to him that the woman was of age but he refused to listen to me.

By the time I reached Las Vegas I had walked over 2500 miles and been on the road for thirty weeks. In had expected to cover a hundred miles a week way behind schedule. I had spent too much time taking care of my sexual wants than tending to business. Time was running out with no way to make it up.

It was the fourth of July weekend. I camped at the fair grounds where I met other wagoners. One of them was the Sundowner. I liked the man and still do to this day. His biggest fault is he can not tell you the truth. He believes his lies are the truth. We traveled together for a while but I couldn’t keep up. He had more stock, a bigger wagon, and was able to travel faster than I was able to walk.

I ran into him again thirty years later. He had married a woman and had two kids by her. She ran him off. I do not know the reason and it isn’t my business to know. He returned to the wagons where I think he is the happiest. She married a transvestite like myself and I believe she is also happy.

Just west of Fallon, Nevada in a junk yard I spotted three donkeys. I stopped to look at them. From the back of the yard appeared a person who from the distance looked like a woman. It turned out she was a cross-dresser like me. I told her I was a cross-dresser also and she invited me to stay a while. I had found some clothes that had been discarded some time back. I didn’t have any make up but got dressed any way. I hadn’t been dressed where anyone could see me since I left Miami. It sure felt good to be able to wear my dress even for a little while.

I bought the donkeys and some harness. He had an old pickup truck frame which we reworked into a four wheeled wagon. We put a driving box on it although I wouldn’t be using it as I had to walk the distance. I needed the extra animals to be able to get over the rocky mountains.

Before getting to Carson City I looked on the map for a shortcut to Reno. I decided to go through Virginia City. I was a good thing that I had increased my herd of animals. I hadn’t realized that I was going over such a steep mountain. It wasn’t such a high one but it was steep. Leaving Gold Hill is one of the steepest couple of hundred yards I have ever encountered in all of my travels.

While in Virginia City I met another mule man. He was making his living as the town greeter, posing for pictures with his donkey, looking as if he had just come to town from a prospecting trip. He was making very good money in tips and thought that I was going to be a threat to his operation. He made it plain to me that I wasn’t welcome. I told him that he had nothing to fear from me as I would be gone in the morning. All I wanted was to find a place where I could get a bath and some sex.

He told me where the local whore house was and I told him that I wasn’t interested in buying sex. He asked me what kind of sex I was looking for and I said “Any kind that I can get. Man or woman.” He told me that if I didn’t mind getting fucked I could go home with him. I told him that I liked getting fucked.

That evening while taking my bath he came in to take a pee. His dick was almost as big as the one on the gut that I let fuck my first wife. I wasn’t sure if I could take all of it as it dad been such a long time since I had anything so big up my ass. He turned to me and said “Take a good look because this donkey dick is going to fill up your ass shortly.” I reached out and took it in my hand. I stroked it to hard. I took it in my mouth and started to suck it. I had trouble getting it all into my mouth. It must have been a while since his last sexual encounter as he almost drowned me in his come.
After supper we stripped down and I greased my ass hole and his dick with cooking oil to make it easier for him to slide that big dick into my ass. It took a while to get all of it in and it hurt some. Yes it did fill me up and he wasn’t done with me yet. He fucked me twice before we went to bed.

I woke up sometime later with him sucking me off. I twisted around so that we could do the sixty-nine. We spent the rest of the night sucking and fucking each other. We were too spent to come but a good time was had by all.

I left for Reno that morning. Out of Reno I headed north on U.S. 395. I had less than 800 miles to go but the fair was about to start and I still had eight weeks of traveling to do. I also was headed into the mountains. I would be in the mountains from now on. The cascades in northern California. The Blue Mountains of Oregon to Pendleton.

In Pasco, Washington I stopped at a café to have a cup of coffee. A man and his wife came in and asked for the owner of the donkeys. I let them know that they were mine. They told me if I needed a place to camp that they only lived a few blocks away and gave me directions.

I was invited to supper that evening. The man asked me if I would like to make love to his wife. I told him that I wouldn’t mind at all if it was all right with her. I asked her if it was OK and was told I could do anything I wanted. I said “ I want to fuck you while your husband fucks me in the ass.”

I went down on her and her husband eased his dick up my ass and fucked me real good. I talked them into letting me fuck them in the ass. I spent two days with them. I took both of them in the ass, sucked the guy’s dick. I was asked to stay but I was now out of time.

With just over 200 miles left, the fair had started and I wasn’t there yet. I almost cheated and got on the wagon and rode. I still had to get across White Pass and then it would be all down hill from there. I Arrived in Seattle with only four days left to see the fair. I stopped a cop and asked him how to get to the fair telling him that I had walked all the way from Miami, Florida. He got on the radio and asked permission to escort me. So I arrived at the fair with sirens sounding and red lights flashing. They opened the gates and let me in and gave me a pass for the duration of the fair. I was given a free meal at the revolving restaurant in the Space Needle, and passes to ride the monorail down town.

I had done it. Now it was time to decide how I was going to get home.

 

Holy shit Oweena it had to take you longer to type that than it did to walk the trip.

 

what the fuck is wrong with you woman?

reduce your font size!!

 

Oweena is a dude with a woman's brain.

 

I was in the understanding that they used the english lanuage in Australia? or is there another lanuage?

 

Yes i wanna be facked by nice long cook

 

no i speek jibbirish im to tired to spell

 

Philmont Scout Ranch's 2 week trek through the Philmont scout reservation. 15 miles/day for 14 days.

 

probably about 10 miles or so, but it was just walking out of necessity

 

Cokehead Bitch is retarded..

 

I walked about 15 - 20 Km a day every day for five weeks while I was doing fieldwork for my dissertation.

 

Facked? that's a new one to me!

 

i live in NYC, so normally (meaning, when i'm not pregnant) i walk everywhere i go.

 

lol, i got mugged and left about 10 miles out of the city, i walked until i found a town, caught a bus from there, was real fun =/.

 

Don't think I've ever done more than about 12 or 13 miles in one go.

 

From my bed to the car. From the car to work. From work to the car, from the car All the way to the bed.

 

wow after reading that life story i forgot what thread i was in!! i don't exactly know how far i have walked but my parents are blind so growing up we didn't have a car. we walked every where we wanted to go unless we had to carry heavy or tons of things!