This Thursday I leave New York, the shoebox apartment and the humidity behind me. Morgwn, Lilly and the 16-foot truck with contents of said shoebox are re-locating to Oakland, California. The best part, for me at least, is the promise of 6 days of adventure; eight states to discover with all the goodness of random roadside truck stops, biscuits and gravy, dry heat and cowboy hats. I decided to chart the trip in a couple of ways. Firstly the good old-fashioned pen to paper, mixed with some kitsch collage of back dated post cards. Secondly with the sounds and voices of the passengers, narrated by yours truly. The later of which my dad attempted one year on an annual car trip to France. The hilarity of loved ones, back seat drivers and squabbling siblings was captured for all of time. So this will be a honeymoon of sorts and probably the ultimate test in endurance, did I mention Lilly gets carsick?
