When I was eight, I climbed into the hatchback of my aunt's and uncle's Civic and rode from Raleigh, North Carolina through Tennessee to Paragould, Arkansas. We then headed north driving through countless states until arriving to spend a week at Yellowstone National Park. From there we took off west, driving through Utah and Nevada. We drove end to end through Cherry County, Nevada, 100 miles of nothing going 80 miles an hour. I dipped my toes in rivers, streams, and creeks. I learned to s...