After our first experience traveling in a house on wheels – back in 1996 while researching States of Mind – my wife Amy and I vowed that we would someday do it again. It wasn’t only where we went that made the ten months on the road so memorable; it was also how we got there – in a 34-foot Winnebago Adventurer, a John Steinbeck-meets-James Bond symbol of freedom and technology. The journey was meant as a means of enjoying youth, of staving off the mundane –
of not gathering moss, you might say. So we named our recreation vehicle the Rolling Stone, and it took us everywhere from Disneyland to Graceland, from
Little Italy to Grand Teton, from the White Sands of New Mexico to the Black
Hills of South Dakota.

Now, with the addition of sons Luke and Jesse, we are a family of four. Thanks
to the generosity of the kind folks at Winnebago Industries and sponsorship by the Recreation Vehicle Industry Association (RVIA), we are able to head out as
a family in a house on wheels for a couple of months each year. We get all the comforts and security of home, combined with all the adventure and education
of the open road. It is, as Mark Twain once put it, “pleasuring with a vengeance.”

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