So, here I am...in Southern California counting down the hours until the adventure begins. My grandmother very graciously agreed to be my chauffeur to get me to the trailhead and to give me one last night in a comfortable, cozy bed and a nice meal before the monotony of endless bars and jerky. For my last supper, my only request was not to have quinoa, as that will be my dinner every night for the next five months. Since I would be arriving later in the evening, my grandma decided to get take out from her favorite restaurant so that it would be ready to go when I got there. I pulled into the driveway, said my hellos, and went inside to discover dinner ready and waiting as promised. Quinoa. Yum. When I explained to my grandmother why I would be sticking with the salmon and vegetables instead of the quinoa, she replied, "Well I had no idea what it was! It sounded like something you would eat." Little did she know....
A toast, to 150 days of quinoa!
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