I thought it’d be a relief to put Washington DC behind us. But this is our city and the capitol dome is the sight we rejoiced to see still standing after the 9/11 attacks. I’m already homesick, even though it is no longer my home. For the next two days, less if we can stay awake, we officially live in a truck. All four of us are on our way to Gary’s parents in Wind Lake, Wisconsin where we will put the finishing touches on the camper that will fit inside the bed of the truck. Wipeout has a tricked-out ride: Gary replaced the skimpy back row of seats with a built-in, lockable storage cabinet topped with a padded cushion all the way across. Rosie howls from inside a cat carrier at my feet until I let her out to cuddle up to Wipeout. It’s a sorry consolation prize: she doesn’t get to come along for the rest of the road trip. She doesn’t know it but she’s not going any farther than Wisconsin.
Follow this bonus-material blog and ride along on a one-year road trip that inspired the memoir The Drive: Searching for Lost Memories on the Pan American Highway. On sale tomorrow, June 13th! Pre order through the buy-the-book links at the bottom of the landing page on my teresabrucebooks.com website or here or here. Like The Drive’s Facebook page and tweet back at me @writerteresa.