The goal was to head out of San Antonio and hit Santa Fe to visit my maternal grandfather's widow, Edyne.  This was our first major jump - 750 miles - without Scott.  San Antonio to Santa Fe.  We made it! I'm...

It turns out mischief is hard to come by in the midwest.   It's a low-key, wholesome kinda place (at least to an outsider passing through - I'm sure there's plenty of Footloose stuff going on somewhere).  That's lovely and...

Not sure where to start with this one.  So much has happened and I haven't been writing as much as I should.  I'll go back to entering PA.   This state has seriously tested our morale.  Right now we're about...