On the fourth day of my expedition, I was doing the dishes—in the ocean—with, like, rocks.
And I broke my spoon. I went to the instructor and said, “Can I get one of the extras?” And he laughed at me. There were no extras.
So I went and picked up a piece of driftwood, and I carved a little divot out of the end of the driftwood, and that’s what I ate with for the next 26 days in Alaska.