I hadn't gone away in over three years. we threw everything into the back of a '94 station, picked some cities on a map and drove.
an hour and a half into our Great Adventure, we stopped for pizza in a city that was dead by 10pm
Zachary read Harry Potter to us when the hours in the car dragged on too long
"We are somewhere west of the Alberta border, and there are hills and sun and we are well on our way, somewhere. everywhere."