John - I was just going to post a reply saying ' you guys are right, it is downright Victorian to worry about food in this day and age. Better to live a little and trust that it will all work out'.
When I deliberate a plan, I rarely seek anyone's counsel beyond my own. I know what works for me. Or do I? Thus, in the process of being shown another way -- iow, learning -- I will argue like a TV lawyer my case. Somewhere around the time when the other side gives up and says, 'fair enough, have it your way' has the pendulum of my decision maker swung well to the other side. The timing of your post and my change of heart exemplifies this process.
I went for a good long ride today and by my fifth clif bar I was like, ugh. At some point in my travels I rode past a number of food places, serving good, hot, meaty, flavorful delights and oh my senses ached! I came this close to buying a wrap of something -- anything that wasn't a damn energy bar -- but the words piled up in my head: chicken= antibiotics, flour = preservatives, high fructose corn syrup, veggies = sauteed to death, canola oil, pesticides. As usual I rode past and thought of the delicious salmon I would eat at home. I did too, and shortly after a tuna salad with salt shaken on it.
I thought of what someone here said: 'your body will revolt [from a diet consisting heavily in energy bars]' and wondered if the mild nausea i was feeling on mile 60 was from the Clif revolt or simply fallout of the stress i had been feeling this morning. I have thus modified my plan.
I realized that originally, the idea was simply to not find my self out in the middle of nowhere with an aching hungry belly at days end and too tired to ride for food. I freak out at being hungry. I was anorexic when i was a teen. The thought now of being completely without food freaks me out, fills me with a panic that pushes all other thoughts out of the way. I suppose it could be said that I am very in tune with my evolutionary survival brain. But that does not mean I have to lay at its feet.
Modified plan: mail smaller boxes of my lovely clif bars; their purpose is now as another member here said: as emergency food. I have a friend who is a raw foodist and who is currently hiking in Nepal. I read his blog. He has to eat whatever is available, like rice (gasp!). I take great inspiration from him. If he can do it, i can do it. the importance and beauty of this trip is not to be spoiled by fretting over something as comical as not finding food in America.
I will eat the crap and I will enjoy it. Pig hearts, here I come.