At 19, he dropped out of college, left Chicago’s suburbs, and headed west with Mike, eventually landing in Happy Camp, California. A neighbor invited them to poker night, and despite sensing a setup, they went. Their host, Joseph, spoke of companionship and Jesus, while his wife, Ruth, sang softly as they played. Strangely, he and Mike won plenty of pennies. Long after leaving, he kept thinking about Ruth—maybe she was an angel.

At 16, she worked three jobs nonstop, but by senior year, she knew she had to leave. With her last $1,000, she bought a ticket to Australia—no plan, just a one-way flight. The moment the plane took off, she sobbed, realizing she had no idea what came next. In Sydney, still lost, she picked two strangers and followed them through buses and trains until they reached a youth hostel. From there, she found her footing—and spent the next year traveling.

Growing up on a dirt road with his brothers and a psycho dog named Wolf, life was unpredictable. One winter, Russ knocked over a snowman, his girlfriend screamed, and Wolf snapped. The damage was so bad they called the cops—but after 15 failed shots, it was Hal who fired the 16th. Despite their strife, he walked into his room and cried for hours.

When his daughter started dating, Bill warned, “All men are assholes.” Flashback 36 years—he met Caryn at work, their first spontaneous date leading to Ocean Beach. After years of trips and dinners, he felt stuck. Then, while losing at Boggle, he had a realization. He looked up and said, “One of these days, I’ll beat you… I guess we’ll have to get married.” Thankfully, she didn’t make him hit the road first.

In 2021, Gabriella left New Jersey for Colorado with her parents in tow. Her mom’s fear of public bathrooms led to a deluxe portable toilet—used just two feet from the family after 16 grueling hours on the road. Stunned awake, Gabriella's father sighed, “Well, I’m never gonna fall asleep after that… might as well finish the trip.” And so, they did.

They say all exits look the same, but the real story is in the entrance. From Colorado to Oregon, from Ecuador to the peaks of the Andes, from Bali’s bamboo forests to the rolling hills of Ireland—he set out on countless roads with barely two pennies to his name, navigating the unknown with sheer curiosity. His father’s words, “My way or the highway,” and his mother’s reminder, “Remember who you are and make good choices,” echoed through his travels. Like Jack Kerouac, he sacrificed love and money to chase the road as both a storyteller and a seeker. In the end, The Highway is My Way.

A lesson in patience and preparation. He set out to find hay at a reasonable price for his new horses and finally landed at John's Hay Field. In his excitement, he stacked the hay four piles high—without tying it down. With no rope in sight, he hit the road anyway, only to learn the hard way that sometimes, you just have to slow down and take your time

The time he was 2 days late and a jackass.

The time she was late to be born.

Getting old and getting something icky. Like his dog Max who just wanted to live his last days fully, life is not just about how much time, but how you live it.