Summer, the days are long and warm. Trips are planned, taken, and remembered. Students and instructors are deep into summer classes and the world spins on. I had planned a summer road trip up the California coast, into Oregon and finally Washington; cut over to Idaho, and return through the deserts of Utah, Arizona and Nevada. Then a summer class suddenly needed to be taught and I volunteered with one proviso – I still needed to take the trip. It was a hybrid course and I only had to figure out what to do for the one or two on-ground sessions I’d miss. No problem – I held them on the road. The plan was to drive and actually see the West so a motorhome was rented. Perfect (not that I was going to spend the night in it, there are great hotels along the coast). But it was easy to drive, fun to chill in when something looked interesting, and the kids loved it. Best thing for me was the motorhome’s Wi-Fi. I just held classes from a beach or deep in the redwoods. Some of the students were in San Diego, some scattered in other parts of the world and we connected and learned. So is that distance education? Nope, that’s education in the same room wherever you happen to be anywhere on earth.