In the course of them we got to know the poets on Toronto Island, the Kornblums in Iowa City (publishers of Coffee House Press), the barren beaches at the Great Salt Lake, and a Mexican restaurant and playground of exotic climbing structures and super-twisty slides in Elko, Nevada. Those were our sixth and seventh coast-to-coast drives, all within five years. We came east to the Catskills, Liberty, New York, for the summer with our two young kids (ages 11and 6), to stay at my father’s hotel, cool out, eat free meals, get daycare from Camp Grossinger’s, sort our stored belongings, and visit family and friends. It was after we had already moved to California for good, although we didn’t know it yet. We had last driven cross-country in 1979 or 1980 in our mid-thirties-I’ll call it 1980 as a rough point of reference. The driving and logistics seemed arduous enough. When we set out on a road trip from Berkeley, California, to Portland, Maine, in late June 2014, I hadn’t given a thought to keeping a journal or posting a blog.
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