I TRAVELED SOLO to Kearney, Nebraska — what many people consider “flyover country” — for my spring break to watch the sandhill crane migration.
I’ve received the impressed comments, often from other women and often from those who don’t travel much themselves, saying things like, “I can’t believe you travel on your own. That’s so brave. I could never do that.” It’s a point of pride in a way for me, to go it alone. I make friends along the way, and through the glories of the Internet, I can keep in touch with those that I’ve left behind.