This is by far the most adventurous thing I have ever done. Long road trips (this one will end up being about 7 days or more) are kind of like going to the circus. You never know what incredible things you are going to see and all the time you eat stuff that makes you sick. On DAY ONE, we drove 300 miles then stopped in Paul’s Valley, Oklahoma. I’m driving a truck with a camper top, fully loaded down, pulling a boat on a trailer. The boat is full of various things strapped to it: everything from 2 bicycles, a lawn mower, animal trapping cage and a mop! I keep thinking that we should have a TV show called, “The Beverly Hillbillies Move to Alaska”. Jethro (AKA, Nate) is driving a 28 foot U-Haul truck, pulling a 12 foot enclosed trailer, with two canoes strapped to the top. Our caravan is slow, we only travel about 55 miles an hour and with two dogs in tow, we make frequent stops. We are using “walkie-talkie” radios between the two trucks. Nate’s handle is “The Porkchop Express”. Mine is “The Pink Pistol”. It’s amazing what you can do to entertain yourself when you’re driving from Texas to Alaska. The trip is a lot like the TV show, “Alone” because you are alone with your thoughts for long periods of time. The more time I am alone, the funnier things are to me. I wonder why that is? Things seem really funny to you when you’re by yourself maybe because there’s no one else to judge whether or not it’s funny. I’m taking extra vitamins and supplements along this trip. I’m the type of person who believes in healing the body through natural remedies. So, I’m taking cinnamon tablets to counteract any possible body inflammation caused by prolonged sitting in the car. On day two, about 20 minutes after taking my supplements, I burped and a cloud of cinnamon smoke came out of my nose and throat. I laughed by myself for a really long time. Then, I laughed all day every time I thought about it. Day two brought lots of challenges with endless rain, and the only way through some of the states like Nebraska, South Dakota and North Dakota is through small towns where the speed limit is only 35. On the second night, we stopped in a small town called Neligh in Nebraska. It’s known as “antelope county”. We stayed at a mom and pop motel and the owner explained that no one in town will take American Express because it takes 16 days for AMEX to send them the money. The old man who ran the motel was somewhat of an antique collector. His wife passed away several years back and he explained that he has three grown children and six grandchildren in Neligh, otherwise he would have sold the motel and headed off the grid like us. I asked him if he was the antique collector, and he said yes, it was a “sickness”. He seemed lonely and wanted to chat. I’m sure that he had some interesting stories and would be intriguing to get to know, but the office smelled like mothballs and it was late and cold and raining, and I watned a hot shower and to be in bed fast. The morning of DAY THREEE was also cold and rainy in the small Nebraska town. I was surprised at the number of television and radio stations designated to Christian evangelism. And, billboards, too. It seemed more “bible belt” than the south. Driving on these two lane roads through these Midwest towns feels nice. It’s great to be off of the freeway and seeing nothing but beautiful American farmland for miles. We also saw lonts of cattle farms and Nate remarked how sad the cows looked and that isn’t it sad that that is where we get our meat from? I reminded him that that’s where HE gets HIS meat from (since I am more of a vegetarian!) About halfway through day three, the weather cleared and the some came out Temperatures were in the 50’s so it was brisk but beautiful with lots of fluffy white clouds against the blue sky. Nate said it looked like a dairy cow commercial. We both laughed hard at a road sing indicating a covered wagon crossing. Nate came on the walkie-talkie and told me to watch out for the Amish people in their covered wagons. I guess we were in Amish country. There’s something peaceful and hypnotic about driving on a 2 lane road surrounded by American farmland. It’s similar to watching the waves roll in and out at a beach. It’s surreal passing a herd of painted horses grazing in an open field. Passing a large dairy farm makes me want to drink cow’s milk, which is surprising because I usually don’t drink cow’s milk. Mostly because of the hormones and that it is not natural to drink another animal’s milk, but passing this dairy farm makes me want to support the families whose livliehood depends on it. On night three, we stayed in Minot, North Dakota. We have traveled about 1,400 miles so far. We are about an hour from the Candian border, and almost halfway there….