There was not much activity going on where we started on our way. We walked by many houses that were along a dirt road. One other lone walker was right ahead of us, and we slowed down because we didn’t want to pass him up. Suddenly we both realized that we didn’t know where we were going. We thought that we were heading towards the quaint shops, but it turned out that we took a wrong turn at the very beginning. Even though we had driven through the town many times before, I knew we had been on this road. It would have been better if we would have taken a right instead of a left, just like Dad told us.
I was disappointed in myself that we went the wrong way. Not only did I feel like a bad Mom who wasn’t paying attention, I knew that we would hear about our getting lost from the adventurous ones later on. It was yet another confirmation to me that I was not born with an internal compass. This idea is difficult for those who do have internal compasses to understand. They cannot fathom that people like me do not automatically know the direction by where the sun is sitting in the sky or that we do not have some connection with gravitational forces like they must.
Panic started to set in a little. First, if I knew that we were going to be going on such a long walk, I would have worn tennis shoes instead of flip-flops because my feet were starting to hurt. Second, if I knew we were going to get lost, I would have paid more attention to where we were going in the first place.
Our feet got grungier and grittier, but we finally came to a spot where we could turn. About the time we tried to connect with the rest of the family was about the time when we thought we were on our way to the shops. We dialed numbers that kept on ringing. When we didn’t get an answer, we decided to enjoy the scenery on the way and discovered that the quaint shops were not where we thought they were.
After many lost phone connections and directions of ways to go from the adventurous ones, we found our way to the Super America Gas Station where we met up with the rest of the family. That’s where Katie and I got a Coke and called it a day.
There were more days left to discover the cute shops, but that day it turned out that we made an adventure of our own. Even though we got lost, we saw lots of sights that we would not have seen if we thought we knew our way!
We drove up high into the mountains!
~Author Unknown
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sounds like a wonderful time!
Your adventure turned out to be a wonderful memory, so I think it was meant to be, even if you did go the wrong way. I have no internal compass either. I need maps and GPSes and people to help steer me in the right direction until I become familiar with my surroundings.
What a great adventure your wrong turn took you on. And the photos are beautiful. I am like you in the way that I have no internal compass. When people give me driving directions using road names and North, South, East, and West I smile and politely nod but it really means little to me. I drive by landmarks and, of course, my trusted GPS. 🙂
Sometimes the best adventures begin with a wrong turn. 🙂 What a great memory!