Henry Felszeras extraordinary journey through the forgotten communities of this country is a trip filled with adventure, unexpected challenges and insightful experiences that only the back roads of America could offer. On the sunniest July 4 in twenty-seven years, Henry Felszer left Seattle on a loaded touring bicycle and headed east, and for the next seventy-one days, he forgot all about the garbage under the sink. Slipping Awaya] is a captivating portrait of everything that is right with this country. Itas filled with the smell of daisies, shadows of steep, snow-clad mountains and valleys where the fastest rivers flow and the biggest cedars growabroad valleys scattered with fine berry patches and beavers, a land where eagles ride the thermals and coyotes howl in the night. Riding alone across America was an intimate experience complete with sweating, spitting and cursing. It was days of sloppy rains and cold winds; days of blue skies, deserted highways, beer cans and bungee cords. Slipping away was just a bicycle ride from Seattle to Fort Myers, but when I flew out to Seattle to start this trip and saw America from 33,000 feet, I realized what a chore it would be.