It aint easy being responsible.
I went back and forth with two insurance agents — one from the state I live, and one from the state where my car will be parked whilst I galavant and vagabond for months on end. Turns out, unless I want to register my car in the state where it will sit and get pooped on by endless amounts of Canadian Geese migrating, I have to keep the insurance policy I have here.
Except, in my moment of zeal and excitement, I canceled said policy. Yesterday.