In 2012, I decided that a drive across the country was necessary. Everything that could go wrong, did. I broke my main camera on the third of 86 days, leaving me with 2 film cameras… an old 35mm that I hadn’t used in 2 years and medium format TLR that I’d never even loaded. Tess had some issues. Her transmission died the moment I rolled into Superior, Wisconsin. She lost a cylinder somewhere around Medora. Her emergency brake line snapped at Glacier in Montana, while I was throwing her down Going-To-The-Sun-Road. I met a lot of really interesting people. I saw a lot of things that changed me. I trusted the road and my cameras to help me figure out what being an American meant to me.
After 3 months of driving, I had more questions than answers but it was a start.