Self indulgence well-spent is a fine art. Why settle for a series of lattes, chocolate and red wine when, with a little forbearance, you can make a roll of Neccos last two days while driving along twuad* roads through gorgeous places, with the campground gods smiling on you? That’s what Sandy Compton was up to when he gathered the materials for this book.

Five years after COVID-19 ruined Compton’s retirement plan, the veteran writer and inveterate road-tripper collected on the long drive around the West he had promised himself. He was shooting for sixty days, and happily settled for sixty-one.

*’’Twuad” is an acronym for “twisty, windy, up-and-down,” the kind of road the author/photographer drove way too many of — but it beats the Interstate.