Traveling through Grief: Life, Death, and Ten Months in a Tent

“My husband was dead. I’d lost my job and then my home—all within six vicious months. Life crumbled before my eyes. All I wanted to do was drive.”

Cyndi Francois was only twenty-eight and newly married when her husband’s sudden death changed her life. Nine months after discovering his lifeless body, she tucked his ashes safely in her glovebox, bought a tent, and began her unplanned journey in search of a greater purpose. Forty-seven national parks, forty-five thousand miles, and ten months later, it was finally time to face the burning question she’d desperately been trying to escape: What now?