I thought this time was going to be different. I thought that for once I would be able to slow down and enjoy the journey. I don’t know why I’m so obsessed with reaching the destination. Each new day presents myriad opportunities for adventure and exploring, and here I am, knees tucked up under the wheel, buckled down, and barely venturing from the interstate to empty my tank or to refuel my RV’s tank. I make excuses – gas is too expensive to do any extra driving. I rationalize – I’m already spending enough time driving to go anywhere out of the way. I must be the least curious person alive. Life has more in store for me than grass, trees, and pavement, and the occasional bundle of roadkill. Today is the first day of the rest of my life. I want to experience it fully, but am I willing to go the extra mile?