Who needs GPS? Me! Elaine! Don’t ever let us leave home without it. Both of us (especially Elaine) should know the route to Paducah without depending on GPS or a map. Getting Paducah wasn’t a problem. Getting home . . a slight problem.
I had driven from Paducah to right before the scary bridges. Elaine drove across the bridges and then when we got to a little gas station, we stopped to get gas and then I took over the driving again. Everything was going fine . . til . .
First, we missed our exit at Poplar Bluff. Not a problem. We’ll just take the next one which will take us into town and we’ll eat. We were getting hungry anyway. We ate and got back on the road. We made the right turn when we started. We were talking and laughing and talking. Not like we hadn’t just spent three full days talking and laughing and talking.
All of a sudden, I looked up and there was a bridge! A fairly big bridge! I gasped . . Elaine! It’s a BRIDGE! She had seen the bridge at apparently the exact moment I saw it. She said: Just a minute! Where are we??
Something was terribly wrong! We were lost! Lost in Missouri. Lost on Highway 67.
We were supposed to be on the blue route. We were on the pink route. We had gone at least 20 miles on the pink route! We turned around at the last possible spot before crossing the bridge, backtracked 20+ miles and got back on Highway 60. Even though we’d just driven over 40 miles out of our way, we both kept laughing because we must’ve passed at least 10 road signs that said Highway 67 and neither of us noticed we were on the wrong road.
This was not the first time Elaine and I have been totally lost and I doubt it will be the last, but I do believe we’ll start relying more on GPS.