SOMEWHERE near Bass, Ark., Dad pulled up to a gate at the end of a gravel road. My brother, Austin, got out and started to open the gate.
“Whoa, what are you doing? We passed a balloon!”
We were on our way to the middle of nowhere, and we weren’t getting there fast. We were looking for a cabin that Dad’s sisters had rented for the first-ever Eubanks (Extended) Family Vacation.