You would think that taking a road trip while manned with a GPS would mean never being lost.
Think again.
Yesterday afternoon I got the bright idea to escape the heat of camp and grab some dinner in Niagara Falls, Ontario. It should have been a nice hour-and-a-half drive.
The hour-and-a-half was correct. Nice? Debatable.
I forgot that Canada lacks decent roads in many places. I've driven on cow paths that were smoother than some of the county roads my TomTom GPS lead me down.
But I did make it to Niagara Falls. So did about 37 trillion other people.
A 30 minute drive looking for parking near the falls took me to the entrance of a N.F. Parking Lot, staring at a sign that read, "$20.00."
I'm too damn cheap to spend that kind of cash for a 15 walk to see the falls. Especially when I kept thinking, "Been here, done this."
And then I was lost.
The GPS must have thought the campground moved into the States, cause it wanted me to cross the border. I did not want to explain that issue to customs.
I stopped at an Ontario Welcome Center for a map. The helpful young woman there helped me plot my route back. It mimicked my route TO the falls. (Sigh)
If I don't return home you'll know why. For now, I think I'll stay lost.
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