We're housesitting for my parents up on Puget Sound for the next few days.  Before leaving, I fed the pets, watered the plants, and, of course, fed the starter.  While doing so it dawned on me that I could take a pinch along and try baking something up here; homemade sourdough would go great with the fresh seafood (like the clams we picked up on the way up).  I figure if the pioneers could keep a starter culture alive for weeks on a wagon train, I could keep one alive for four hours on the interstate, eh?
It'll be interesting to bake in another kitchen.