Into the West

The farther west I go, the more I find myself in territory where I've not spent much time. On the few occasions that I passed through this part of our nation before, I just kind of wrote it off as bleak and boring, a pancake to separate the mountains and their coasts from each other. …

The First Few Legs

After miles and miles and miles of road, I expected to be tired of it all. And I was - my 26 hour journey from Naples to Tulsa was exhausting; the subsequent trips to Dallas, Longview, Houston and back to Tulsa again took their toll; and the 12 hour marathon to Chicago with the trailer …

Back to the Road

In summary: I set out from Naples, Florida, eating homemade fried chicken and fresh Georgia peaches, and drove 13 hours through pancaked Southwestern Florida, the low hills of Central Florida (at which I showed an excessive amount of enthusiasm), the nondescript panhandle of Florida (it's a frustratingly long state, actually), up into the surprisingly pleasant …