For as long as I can remember my heart has stirred for some kind of raw feeling of motion. Never is this satisfied more than when I am winging my way down God's great highways at 70 plus MPH. I have crisscrossed our continent as many as twelve times. Some of them out of necessity, some for adventure, and some for redemption. Next week I set out toward the Alaskan Highway. Do not read my blog in search of cultural revelations or personal awakening. Read it as an adventure story, a pure simply wild boy adventure story, as that is what life ought to be until that final day when we run out of... full info