It all started with a couch...

Or, rather, my quest for one.

I needed to furnish my new house, and Joy suggested North Carolina. "It's the furniture capital," she said. So we drove through a blizzard from NYC to North Carolina, to visit Rovan, Joy's parents, not to mention 7 furniture stores in 2 days. 

And there it was.

It was the 7th store on the last day, 15 minutes before closing. I sat on this couch. I loved the colors -- deep reds and browns, with greens and golds mixed in. And it was a sectional, just what I wanted. Never one to act on impulse, I needed to think about it during the 10 hour drive back to NYC. I couldn't not think about it, and I changed my mind at least two dozen times. So to distract me, Joy and I started talking about a trip. Yes, the Great American Roadtrip. With Rovan. In a RV that thankfully got downgraded to a minivan because I doubt my ability to drive a RV. Across the US of A. My one stipulation? Roswell, NM.

And so it began.