The Birth of a Lifelong Journey
As long as I can remember, I have heard the call of the road. As a 21-year-old college student, I caught the fever to travel after my first solo road trip to Prince Rupert, British Columbia, and a subsequent ferry ride to Juneau, Alaska. That wanderlust has gripped me ever since. It started out with specific, far-flung destinations I could reach by car from my home in Seattle -- places in the north, like Canada's Arctic and points in Alaska -- then it gradually morphed into something more continental, less linear, but more grandiose in scale than I could have before imagined. No longer satisfied with a Point A to Point B journey, I really wanted a completely crisscross-country, explore-every-corner type of experience. I was captivated by the notion that, if I was determined enough to try, I could really get that experience -- by visiting every county, borough, parish, census area and independent city in the United States. Sometime in the 1990s, that's exactly what I set out to do, and my horizons suddenly grew exponentially. Some 25 years later, I am still traveling, county by county, and counting them, marking them on a map as I go, on a life-long journey to touch every corner of America. And I still love every minute of being on the road.