Barton snapped pictures of the people they met along the way, old and young, boisterous and easy-going. He also posted photo after photo on his Twitter feed of sights they encountered — the sparkling Chesapeake Bay, a golden sunset over the Natchez Trace Parkway in Tennessee, William Faulkner’s home in Mississippi, the endless prairies of Texas, the distant peaks of the Colorado Rockies.
Mile after mile, they saw the best of America. They reveled in its diversity. They welcomed the serendipity of the road. Most of all, they marveled at the generosity that seemed to follow them wherever they went: The man in Daleville, Va., who offered a warm shower and the shelter of his back porch. The woman in Glasgow, Ky., who brought them hot chocolate at a campground. The old rancher near Tupelo, Miss., who shook their hands and slipped them $20. The middle-aged diner in Denton, Tex., who spontaneously paid for their dinner at Rooster’s Roadhouse. The man they met at a rural gas station who offered to throw a salsa party in their honor when they made it to Denver.