Our Wild West journey

By Mary Ann Anderson, Tribune News Service The open road called, and I answered. On a cool November morning, my husband and I climbed aboard a regional jet in Brunswick, a small city that anchors Georgia's light-splashed Golden Isles, bound for Atlanta for a change of planes, and then on to Spokane, Washington. We rented a car at the airport, and then, just like that, began driving eastbound and down back to Georgia on a cross-country journey across the very same terrain we had just flown. My dream since I was a kid has always been to drive coast-to-coast but life happens. In less than a year's time I lost my beloved brother to complications from a two-decade battle with transverse myelitis, my two 19-year-old brother and sister cats, and my sanity from taking a direct hit from Hurricane Helene, the storm that essentially flattened our town with Category 2 winds. My world had shifted to a place where nothing quite fit anymore, and I couldn't see very far down the road. In a moment of clarity, one of now or never, with no funerals to attend or sick folks or elderly cats to watch over, I chose to finally chase the sunrise. Come hell or high water, I was going to achieve my...

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