I became an atheist on an empty stretch of I-90 outside of Sioux Falls, South Dakota.
I never had any intention of becoming a self-proclaimed anything, especially atheist. And I didn’t exactly know it was happening at the time.
Sitting cross-legged in the drivers seat of my SUV with the cruise control set, I headed west towards the Badlands.
My dog, a pit bull rescue named, Link, sighed in the passenger seat next to me.
Needing a break from the staleness of the AC flowing from the vents, I cracked the windows and flooded the car with warm summer air. Link perked up in his seat and stretched his nose towards the opening in the passenger window, also grateful for the freshness of the night air.
I set out on this road trip 18 hours earlier, severely hungover. I had only made it halfway through Wisconsin and already had two trips to Culver’s and a 9 hour nap under my belt.
Not my most efficient road trip.