The Great Plains don’t announce their arrival. There is no mountain pass, no dramatic shift in elevation, no billboard declaring that you’ve crossed into a different kind of country…

The river outlasted the bridge. Along the Kankakee River in Illinois, old stone or concrete pylons stood in the water, the structure they once supported long gone…

Long before sunrise, the quiet hum of the Jeep’s engine cut through the pre-dawn darkness of Toledo…

Dawn changes the character of a place. In Benezette, the valley is quiet again…

Today the Jeep rolls out, leaving Long Island, loaded with the accumulated pieces of a life about to change. Heading 240° — southwest…

Reflections on the meaning of the move: I’ve driven this road before. In fact, the Jeep and I have crossed the country…

When people picture Long Island, they don’t usually picture wilderness. They picture suburbs—houses and shopping centers, traffic and commuter trains…

There is a strange thing about leaving a place you have called home for a long time. You don’t necessarily know which goodbye is the last one…

A map is very good at telling us where to go. It gives us destinations like cities, national parks, historic sites, and scenic overlooks…