Best efforts to be cheap and save money have been thrown a curve ball – ended up renting a Jeep Renegade.

Now, while a Jeep is cool and all, still, it’s too small.

My intent had been to sleep in the back of a regular to larger size SUV, but, yeah, no, the back of a Renegade, seat down, might sleep a couple gnomes, not a 5’10, 250lb old guy.

Doesn’t matter. The trip is still on.

Kerfuffle flared with the lovely wife – doesn’t matter; the trip is still on.

Don’t have one more extension cord – doesn’t matter; the trip is still on.

Margarine doesn’t taste like butter – doesn’t matter; the trip is still on.

At some point I figure you have to give your fate to the wind. Shit’s going to happen and there’s no such thing as a big adventure if a forgotten toothbrush is a deal breaker.

Surely I can buy pickles in Salt Lake City. If I can’t? Doesn’t matter; the trip is still on.