Published from the road

I smiled and laughed to myself, the trip had just started and we were already behind schedule. I was sitting on the orange line of Boston's T, heading out to Stoneham Ford to pick up the Fiesta. I laughed because the adventure was underway and there was no reason to stress. This is the journey. Photos only for now, text laters...


Packing with Dad


Ready to roll in Bristol with 4998 miles on the clock


Jen, fully rested


The first service center on the Ohio Turnpike, the best I had ever witnessed, until Wyoming


The bundle of towels to the left of my head is Jen


Wind turbine blades on the road


Iowa, I found the camera around this point, obviously


Western Iowa near one of Warren Buffett's wind farms, note the turbines were actually spinning unlike the ones we saw in Western Wyoming. I worked on the latter, probably a bad sign.


Nebraska, where the speed limit is 75 and Jen knows that now.

Early morning driving across Wyoming


If someone is willing to invest in a million billboards through-out Wyoming, I will go and I did.


Look at how amazing that hotel is.


Wyoming


The shower at the end of the billboards, Little America.