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Hubris, Dirt Bags, and other insights.

We travel without reservations.   I mean this in the literal sense, although some could argue that the metaphorical meaning is the very point of travel.   As a guiding principle, we’ve chosen not to commit to being at a certain place at a specific time (with albeit a few exceptions).   Furthermore, I simply hate the planning.   The checking of fares, the online deposits, the user account creation, the naming your own price, all make me crazy.   Though I’ve gained a certain satisfaction of doing the proper research, stitching together the disparate logistics all while trying to get the sweet deal, nothing beats rolling up to a rest area in rural Minnesota and saying, “yup, looks good to me.”   I don’t even have to mention that we made good use of the unsecured electrical outlet box at the base of the ubiquitous midwestern security light pole to let you know that I feel like we’re somehow beating the system.   Side note to the Ruritan Club in Pipestone, MN, you really should secure