Fact: no matter our location or condition during this adventure or what shenanigans we were getting into, nothing was going to go wrong. For those of you out there who believe this is just tempting fate, another nugget: we uttered the phrase (with a certain amount of purpose): “Seriously, nothing could possibly go wrong on this trip.” Out loud. Without knocking on wood. Without sacrificing animals to heathen gods. And certainly without consulting our horoscopes.
And so a large chunk of the West/Upper Midwest is still trying to recover from the sheer and total road trip domination that was the two of us in a large, semi-safe vehicle moving at high speeds.
All this being said, the identification of a few small errors in judgment or lapses in situational awareness has occurred:
Mistake Number One:
- Failure to properly account for shift in time zones when crossing the Idaho to Montana border. Complete, total and irrevocably absolute failure.
You’ll note (despite the streaky, dirty windshield and slow shutter speed) that at this moment, we entered Montana. You will also note—or have to take my word on it—that there is NO SIGNAGE proclaiming the change from Pacific time to Mountain time.