This journey was the final leg of my 2020 odyssey. Despite the many cautioning remarks that I ‘shouldn’t travel alone’, I saddled up my Jeep and hit the road.

 

Seeing the purple mountains majesty and amber waves of grain has been a dream for years. Arguably, creeps left me alone due to the need for social distancing and face coverings. No icky vibes could penetrate my Hope as I weaved between state parks. 

 

When I finally glided to a halt in NYC, I had spent exactly 40 days on the road. I arrived with a strengthened conviction of self-esteem, autonomy, and pride.

Through many misadventures along the way, the road reinstated that the only way through is forward, one mile at a time.