I’m officially the person standing on top of a hill, sandwiched between fields of soy beans and cow pastures, waving my phone in the air to get cell phone service.
I used to hate that person – not being able to stand being without a phone for five seconds, not being able to enjoy the world around them. That was until I was that person. Now I get blotches of cell phone reception and I’m forced to hang out in McDonalds for WiFi.
Sitting in McDonalds by myself eating french fries and soaking in internet access. This is me for 10 weeks. It feels necessary to bring back the “Adventure Shoes” tab of this blog.
No it’s not the same kind of adventure that Idaho and the Wild West held… but it’s a different kind of adventure.
It’s survival. And not the Elliott’s driving kind of survival. The no cell phone, dial-up internet, Piggly Wiggly kind of survival. And so the adventure begins. One day completed.
69 to go.
