Around the turn of the century, one of my great pleasures was to drive slowly across the country – a leisurely observer. As often as possible, I would take a route parallel to the interstate (using paper maps in the days before the Internet, Google Maps, or GPS). There I hunted for the odd, almost forgotten relics of the recent past. Almost everywhere I went, I found some aspect of the American spirit revealed visually. From dinosaurs to dog water, from giant Gila monsters to Jackalopes, from wigwam motels to fake petroglyphs, this is what I loved, and still love, about America. I am most pleased to have been able to document an America that is fast disappearing, but is, nevertheless, revelatory of the American Spirit.