In November of 2011, I was going through a teeny, tiny bit of personal turmoil. I wanted...no, I NEEDED to get the hell out of Dodge. And in a late-night, drunken conversation with my youngest brother, I got his alter ego, Ray-Ray, to agree to a three-week road trip to the great American West. (Sucker.)

Breathtaking scenery and unforgettable experiences, I managed to document the entire experience in words and photography.

Three weeks. Fourteen States. 6200 Miles.