You look at a map, makes your plans to drive across country, and they stare at you right in the face. The Dakotas. Nebraska. Kansas. Head anywhere west and north in America, and you’ve got to cross them. They are flat. They are long. They are slow. And they are beautiful. Without them, we wouldn’t have a lot to eat.
I pulled into a rest stop in the middle of nowhere, and inside, displayed with immense price, was a piece of the World Trade Center and a Flag of Honor, listing those who died on 9-11. We are all more connected than we think.
If left Chicago after a great night staying with a family of friends, and raced towards Aspen, Colo., where I had a book talk. It’s a two-day drive, and I had 1.5 days. But i also had great friends to stop and see. Nothing propels you forward on a road trip like seeing old friends. So here’s a few pictures from the drive. Rusty says hello.