As a teen, we were lost in the 'Sleeping Bear Dunes State Park' in northern Michigan. I knew exactly where I was all the time, but my cousin was lost and insisted we go in the wrong direction. It became dark and I suggested we go back the other way. We had walked for miles the wrong way, so he finally agreed to try my way. Of course, I was right. We returned to our campsite and I had to drink a cold can of beer since it was all we had. Yuck! I dislike alcohol.
That's the beauty of it. One day at band camp... no really. One afternoon when mom was driving, (I was tween age) we became lost. I know it was somewhere up north but I don't remember exactly where. I do remember we were in a Chevy Nova with the top down. As we were toodling along, singing Neil Diamond, true to song, she had forgotten where we were going. I proudly, in all my tween-hood knowledge, said, "Well, up is north and I'm looking forward. That is up." I went on to explain the ocean was always west and we lived west. "Therefore," I explained, with my newly found wisdom, "We need to turn left at the next dirt road." In all my glory, it worked out for us. Since that day, mom and dad have teased me about my moment of triumph. Don will tell you I get lost in a closet. It's all a matter of how you look at direction. Big Giggles!!
This post was edited by Merlin at July 19, 2019 9:13 PM MDT
Even without a compass or hand-held GPS, I typically have the best sense of direction out of the group so if we're lost, you'd be wise to listen to me.
The cushions are working out well enough, I'm more concerned that it'll be months before the nightmares end, and before I'll be able to sleep on my stomach . . .
What happens when your phone is lost? Or worse yet... When you lose your phone??? The Trauma!
This post was edited by Merlin at July 19, 2019 12:40 PM MDT