I covered a lot of ground between Nashville and the Badlands. But here’s the thing - to some extent, I really felt that this trip took on a whole different feel once I headed West. The landscape is so vastly different from anything I’ve seen in so long that it’s left an incredible impression on me. So, I’ve decided to kind of gloss over a good chunk of time - about two weeks, so that I can try and start writing from the present and have the time to put all of these thoughts down on paper - real or electronic. That isn't to say that those two weeks weren't amazing: I got to see my man in Pittsburgh. I got to see my girl Erika, her husband, Nate, and meet her new babies in Michigan and Chicago. I got to have dinner with my best friend, Amy, from high school and hang out with her husband, Fred. and cute ass toddler. I got to see my old friends, Toy and Merrick, and finally meet their son Maurizio in Chicago. I was surprised by one of my closest friends, Kamau, in Chicago, being able to spend a night hanging around the city with him. And got to see all kinds of nature and beauty and architecture and...well, you get the point.
So, this is a post of a million photos of my time between Nashville and the Badlands - camping in Ohio on the way to Pittsburgh, Pittsburgh, camping in Ohio on the way to Lake Michigan, Lake Michigan, Chicago, camping in Minnesota and South Dakota on the way to the Badlands. This will be the visual storytelling of those few weeks.
...And now onto the West.