One month and counting! In exactly 31 days from today, I will be saying goodbye to the modern conventional life and beginning my trek across the country.
The planning process is fun but somewhat overwhelming. Do I splurge on a bear-resistant cooler that will keep my food cold for days or do I put that money towards more greasy spoon nights out? Do I purchase that pricey mosquito resistant net, or put that extra cash towards a quick-dry towel?
In the midst of deliberating over some essential decisions and eagerly awaiting my departure date, I’m making a point to appreciate and depreciate some key aspects about my current existence in Northern Virginia.
I may miss…
– a bed that stays in one place and does not move
– a room that I can stand up in
– a fridge
– free museums that I tend to visit once every 5 years
– some pretty flippin awesome people
I will not miss…
– chain restaurants
– cement and concrete
And to all my NOVA readers: stay strong.
About a month ago I bought Carnation powdered milk. It was an impulse buy while I meandered down the baking aisle one late Sunday evening. My thought process: “I should give this a try before my trip.” Yet each morning after grabbing my Honey Bunches of Oats, I purposefully reach for my deliciously cold soy milk rather than mixing up a concoction of room temperature water and a clumpy, cornstarch-like substance.
Yesterday I found an assortment of dehydrated meals on sale. Without a second thought, I picked up one of each flavor, excited about the concept of adding boiling water to a bag of shriveled up mushrooms and rice. I have a feeling that those meals are going to sit comfortably in my cupboard until the day before my departure, at which point I shall delicately place them into my travel food bin for future consumption.
At the present moment I plan on enjoying “real” food for as long as possible. Given the choice between a turkey burger with all the fixins and a can of Spam, the former will win out every time. From previous climbing/camping experience, I know that food on the go often turns into a necessity, rather than a luxury.
Yes, I’m sure I’ll be in for some interesting food surprises while I’m on my journey.
Yes, I’m positive that I’ll learn what’s tolerable and what is clearly downright unsavory.
Yes, I’m confident that this is all part of the adventure.