Blog - Amateur

That was the whole point of the trip. My father, a man who still prints MapQuest directions and keeps a Thomas Guide in his glove compartment “just in case the satellites go dark,” had planned every mile of our two-week journey from Seattle to the Grand Canyon and back.

“You knew,” he said.

I was seventeen. I wanted to get lost. I wanted static on the radio and a boy in the backseat who wasn’t my little brother. But you don’t say that to a man who cried when they discontinued his favorite brand of canned chili. blog amateur

We weren’t supposed to get lost.

Finally, the road dead-ended at a view that wasn’t on any map. That was the whole point of the trip