I was on my own, but I wasn’t alone. Her urn, which was her old jewelry box, sat in the passenger seat as she always did. Cancer took her, but her spirit was there, guiding and comforting me. I had an idea of where to end up by sundown but no plan, the days were left free to explore.
We started along the coast of California and made our way north to the forests and rocky shores of Oregon and the evergreen lush of Washington and Mount Rainier, traversed the colossal mountains from Vancouver to Banff in Canada, and dropped down into the big sky country of Montana, Wyoming, and beautiful Utah. We drove the Black Hills of South Dakota, rode the coastline of Lake Superior, and cruised the fields of Iowa.
