Drive across your country.

“This entire trip, I have felt like a newborn baby…everyday is a first, and every morning bringing me an experience that was so exciting that I burst from within…flying down an open, winding road with nothing in site, music blasting, gripping the edges of the window with both hands, eyes open wide and waiting eagerly for what my world was going to bring me next…begging to learn more, see more, do more, feel more…and never being let down.”

“But space, we soon learned, would not be our biggest challenge. The real hurdle was backing the trailer into an 8-foot-wide slot, bordered by other trailers, when a “pull through” space could not be procured. It’s an unintuitive, acquired skill best attempted in daylight — and our first try was not under these conditions. We arrived late in Bentonville, Arkansas, in total darkness. After finally finding our slot, we began the process of parking. Armed with a walkie-talkie so I could guide Jeff — Driver side left a couple of inches. No, a little to the passenger side. Pull up a little. No, let’s try that again. — we were probably 20 minutes into the process when the neighbors on either side emerged to help us, perhaps fearful their trailers might become casualties.”