Renting a motor home didn't work out because of tow weight limits and Bonita being a nonhuman species, which seems to bother some people, why I don't know.

We're renting a Suburban or Expedition, instead. Our son and I will drive, leaving the wife and Bonita to do whatever it is they do while riding in a vehicle. I know the wife usually falls asleep a few moments after drive is engaged, which is one of the reasons she won't be behind the wheel, and Bonita quites lays in her carrier thinking tiny, little nonhuman species thoughts, patiently waiting for the next stop where she'll be able to run her nose across some vary strange odors.

Primarily, this will be a photo shoot expedition into the wilds of the central U.S. where I hope the son will be able to encounter various native peoples such as Hoosiers, Okies, Arkies, and maybe an authentic cowboy or two. We're definitely not going to be driving between here and Salt Lake as the son seems to have developed a strong aversion to all things Utahan. Frankly, I could care less to the point where I was originally planning on stopping in Moab to take some pictures of various results of erosion on the native red sandstone.

Unable to pursue a more direct route will require some careful planning weatherwise considering March isn't the best time to be venturing across the Rockies or wandering down the Great Plains. There is a strong possibility we may be forced to head due south to the Big CA, then east across the northern edge of the Sonoran Desert. There are things to see that way, but, having been around the U.S. a bit, there's just something about coming up atop a rise in Kansas and seeing absolutely nothing for miles around. Travelers talk about central Australia being the Big Empty, but obviously they haven't toured Kansas. Plus, there are all those places where Laura Ingalls Wilder slept. That's a tour in itself.

How ever we get there, our primary goal will be to spend as much time as possible around Lincoln County, Arkansas, where most of the wife's people live. Hopefully, the son will be fortunate to see some trashy trailer parks, a few overly ardent Baptists, and quite possibly one or two down-and-out pulpwood haulers, an occupation originally pursued by the family's progenitor after an abortive attempt at sharecropping.