My great Southwest adventure took me through Texas, Colorado, Utah, and New Mexico...somehow I looped back through North Carolina a couple of times and then ended up migrating west to Iowa. If you were to map my route over the last four months, it would look a lot like a trail of yarn after a cat terrorized it, or perhaps like a bowl of spaghetti dumped on the floor. Or perhaps like a garden hose after I have attempted to remember which flowers need to be watered, or...well, you get the idea. A direct route isn't nearly as much fun as the winding one, right?
I saw some incredible sights along the way, met some folks who will no doubt inspire characters in my next novel, and--not surprisingly--found a steady stream of art along the trail that led me here. It seems a highlight reel is in order, so posted below are a few of my favorites.
