Day One.

August 31. We woke up later than planned, left later than planned, and left more things behind than planned. Finally, around 11AM, we vacated the apartment, threw our clothes in the trunk, and officially became homeless wanderers. The moment we popped in Modest Mouse and got on I-49, we felt free. I could breathe easier despite the summer humidity. Everything just evaporated.

We're making a giant left turn across the Western Lands. The itinerary is ridiculous: Kansas City, Lawrence, Salina, Denver, Cheyenne, Rawlins, Ogden, Joseph, Olympia, Seattle, Portland, Eugene, San Francisco, on and on.... Too many cities. They're still just abstract words that roll off the tongue without meaning. We intend to fix that.

And of course we expect this will be great writing fodder. Inspiration and credibility and trial and bond. All our short stories and character sketches have gotten old. We need something new. Bigger. Wide open.

There's at least 3000 miles of grey ribbon ahead. Wide open.