In four days I’m taking my kids and going on a road trip. Alone. As in I’m leaving my husband at home. Now, my husband is the one who usually does the driving, so this should be interesting. As the time grows closer, I find myself looking at my smallish car (Chevy Malibu) and picture the five of us in there. Not pretty. But, on the other hand, something about the idea of a real road trip is so appealing. I’ve got my nine-year old picking up wacky places to stop—hoping for something crazy like the World’s Biggest Ball of Twine. Anyone got any suggestions? I’m going from Upstate New York through Ohio, Kentucky, Tennesee to Alabama. We’ve got Lehman’s (Amish old-time store) and Wendell August (Foraging) on the list so far. Anyway, at the very least should give me plenty of new interesting new pictures for Instagram.