For the next week or so, we crisscrossed our way across the U.S. and saw some awesome scenery. Sometime during the trip, I had a moment of insanity and I took off my watch and put it in the glove box. It was sort of liberating in a anxiety-riddled way. Some evenings, we'd misread the sunset and end up having to pitch our tent in the dark. Other evenings, we would not be able to round up enough firewood to actually cook a meal so we ate some pretty gross stuff.
Speaking of gross food, one memorable night I had planned to cook some chicken breasts. I found some wood and started the fire, only the wood wouldn't burn too well. And it smelled funny. The fire put out some really horrible black, oily smoke and it was making the chicken turn funny colors so I got the bright idea to fry it in a pan. I figured I couldn't put bare breasts in a dry pan so I added some corn oil. Only, I lost my balance when I was pouring it and ended up sloshing about a cup & 1/2 of the stuff in the pan. At this point, my stomach was growling pretty loudly and I was getting really grumpy so I decided to heck with it, we'd eat whatever would cook. Our dinner ended up being black, sooty, oily, fried chicken and chips. It was really gross. Oh, and by the way, the wood I was cooking on????? It was cedar. Anyone who knows how to grill knows that cedar is NOT the type of wood you want to cook over. Ever.
For the rest of the trip, we had a great time travelling unplanned routes, sometimes pitching our tent in the dark, going hungry a few times and facing challenges as they happened. I'll have you know, I haven't worn a watch since that trip over 20 years ago. And I like nothing more than going down roads, not knowing where they lead just because I can. And I have never purchased another travelers check since then.
Amen and hallelujah!