It’s been a thousand miles plus and I have made a few big decisions: every thousand miles, I get the tires checked and I get a massage. Well, it worked at the first thousand, so why mess with that plan?
As I hit the road, I desired to keep off the super slabs as Michael Wallis refers to the large interstates in his book The Lincoln Highway, but let’s get real: the layers of concrete get you places. That said, getting to the state and national parks requires more red and yellow veins than the blue ones of my Adventure Edition Road Atlas. The smaller roads are the ones that course through the hinter lands and what they take away in speed, they give back in beauty.