Paul--you should be! But then, you'll probably have to work. Wish I were going. I went in 2000 and it was a great time. Totaled my car (plugged oil galley which fried the engine) missed the FMA seminar (Eastern time and Central time are different, apparently) shared a tent with a stranger (Mike? You out there, Mike? I miss our chats by the fire. . . .)
I wouldn't trade it for anything.
Wild, I'd fly. Seriously. My good buddy Mike was from Alaska but had moved to Missouri to help his friend set up a farm. They made the drive in a bit less than three days in a U-Haul, as I recall, and were zombies for about a week. My own trusty steed developed a fatal blood clot in Paducah, Kentucky and I never drove it again. Flying would have saved me about $1500 and a less-than-exciting night spent in nearly beautiful downtown Paducah.