Most of our trips when I was younger were visits to see my older brother at whatever military base he was stationed at or little day trips. We never really had anything go wrong on any of our trips.
Once I left home I didn’t really travel much. I did take a trip to Ohio to visit a friend. That trip was filled with misadventure. I started out late as I had to drop my kids off for the weekend. So I was driving in the middle of the night in the fog. It really was rather pretty, I enjoy driving at night so that didn’t bother me. I finally rolled into the little village at two in the morning only to have my car stall out on me. I grabbed my duffel bag out of the back, locked the door, and pulled out my cell phone to call James to let him know what had happened. Only he didn’t answer the phone. A police officer pulled up and asked what was going on. This was a little village with a population of about three hundred people so it was unusual to find someone out at that hour. I told her I was there to visit my boyfriend and that my car had died. She gave me a lift to his house. He had fallen asleep while waiting since I had gotten a much later start than was anticipated.
The next day he fixed my car. I can’t remember what was wrong with it. The visit itself was pleasant but when it was time to leave I got horribly sick. I ended up staying an extra night.
I hit the road at six in the morning with the goal to be home by three or four in the afternoon. That didn’t happen! When I hit the Chicago area there was a lot of construction going on and I misread the detour sign. I ended up circling downtown Chicago. I pulled over and asked for directions (I didn’t have a smart phone, so no GPS), I was traveling off of maps. The clerk showed me where I was on the map and how to get out of there. I followed his directions and ended up in Wisconsin. I stopped and asked for directions yet again. This time I ended up going back toward Chicago! At yet another gas station I told them where I wanted to go, the clerk pointed me down the road and told me where to turn. I followed his directions and ended up back in Wisconsin. After hours of being temporarily misplaced I found my back. I picked my kids up at 11:30 at night. We got back to our house a little after midnight with the gas light on.
That was when I said “never again” I won’t travel by myself anymore. The thought of getting lost like that again makes me uneasy. If I have to go some where new I always have someone go with me. You would think now that I have a smartphone traveling would be easier for me but nope. I can’t work that stupid GPS thing on my phone.
Have you ever gotten lost while traveling?