Let’s just start with a declaration, one that I feel was factual in nature: I’m not an adventurous person. Generally speaking, I’ve been content with sticking to my immediate surroundings in Northeast Ohio, adding an occasional (and brief) excursion to a more or less nearby location (e.g. a trip over a long weekend to visit a friend in Virginia). That being said, one thing that always caused an emotional conflict inside and made me want to get out there into the world were stories friends and family would tell me about driving across the country. Each time I’d hear someone describe those places and environments out there in the west–the alien landscapes and the endless skies–despite my being a scaredy cat, I imagined it was something I would like to do some day.