I used to commute daily from the rural town of Fernley, Nevada to Reno, Nevada – a 45-mile drive typically done at 80 miles an hour. To mark the end of this time, I walked my commute in 17 consecutive hours. I traversed the distance via back roads and along train trestles, against the highway and under barbed wire, through privately and federally owned lands. In getting from one point to another on foot, the simple act of walking becomes subversive.