Family. Pictures. Horsies. Rhome. RHOME?!
Ok, I guess I’m going to take my city girl self to the country. Mapquest seriously said “consult a paper map for further directions”. Well surely my trusty GPS wouldn’t leave me high and dry? Ugh. I hear that annoying “you have arrived” ding just as I pull into another pasture. Time to consult back road directions.
Now, have you seen back road directions? Thank goodness I brought a navigator with me to watch out for major landmarks and wayward chickens. O yes, many a chicken crossed the road but they were in no rush to get to the other side. My navigator, Jenni, was partially hyperventilating by the time we arrived- we had definitely come from the wrong direction and the row of mailboxes that signaled our final turn were on the wrong side.
But we got there, in one piece. And everyone involved has been sworn not to tell my husband that I took his car off-roading.
