I love a good road trip. Family togetherness, lots of peanut butter and honey sandwiches at roadside parks, sampling gas station restrooms across the country…3,784 miles later (from northern Michigan to northern Montana and back) and we’ve all grown – and I don’t mean just larger kiesters from sitting. We heard hoary marmots whistle in Glacier National Park, saw eagles soar across the faces of presidents at Mount Rushmore, and tasted freeze dried pad thai at a mountaintop cabin. It was a wonderful way to fill the mind with new images — and story ideas!