Growing up, long car rides defined my life. Every day after I was done with school and my parents were done with work in Gainesville, we would exit the city out of Jessie Jewell Parkway, drive through Rabbittown, wind through the hills of East Hall, through the sleepy town of Gillsville, past the vast fields of Craven’s Ranch in Jackson County, slow down through the quaint main road of Maysville, until, finally, we drove down a side road to our family farm, right where the paved road becomes dirt.