Self indulgence well-spent is a fine art. Why settle for a series of lattes, chocolates and red wine when, with a little forbearance, you can make a roll of Neccos last two days while driving along twuad* roads through gorgeous places, with the campground gods smiling on you? That’s what Sandy Compton was up to when he gathered the materials for this book. Five years after COVID-19 ruined Compton’s retirement plan, the veteran writer and inveterate road-tripper collected on the long drive around the West he had promised himself. He was shooting for sixty days, and happily settled for sixty-one. He loaded up Jeeper, his faithful Compass, and drove, skied, golfed, camped and explored his way through Montana, Idaho, Utah, Colorado, Arizona, California, Oregon, Washington and Hawaii (the road portion was interrupted by 10 days on Maui, where he drove way too much). He took too much stuff (half would have been too much), drove too many miles some days (escaping weather and urbanity), took WAY too many pictures (just short of 3,000), and had way too much fun — most of the time. And most of the time, he put a morning post on Facebook, but not always. Those posts (edited) and a selection of way too many pictures (over 400) are between these covers. *’’Twuad” is an acronym for “twisty, windy, up-and-down,” the kind of road the author/photographer drove way too many of — but it beats the Interstate.