This is an excerpt from my book The Last American Road Trip, written in 2023, released in 2025 – and now out in paperback. This excerpt takes place in March 2021; most of the book isn’t as dark. But my mood is, so I’m running this short piece. Read to the end! As mentioned, I’m taking it slow after my father’s death. I will be back. Keep finding light in that sky. — SK
It is March 2021, and we are at Palo Duro Canyon, four years after our original visit and my promise to the kids that we would return. We are staying in Canyon, Texas, a town south of Amarillo. We skipped Cadillac Ranch because I had nothing left to say.
We are in Canyon to get a break from the plague. We drove in from Dallas, where we celebrated a belated Covid Christmas at my sister’s house. It was the first gathering of my family since 2019, my newly vaccinated parents falsely believing they were now immune. A fake Christmas, a fake cure, a fake government, a real end.
I thought 2020 was the demarcation point between Then and Now, but I was wrong. Americans could still see in 2020. They had 2020 vision: the ability to see through the lies of tyrants and say “no more.”



