What a Day

So, I actually have a few things that come to mind in considering what to blog about, but I would have to be too cryptic in my description/discussion of these items, and my level of crypticivity (yeah, not a word, but it sounded good to me) is non-existent this evening. So, you will be treated to a recap of my day (complete with gun toting, teeth missing Texans).

This morning two others and I set out to do a survey trip for one of our activities. We had two places on the agenda to visit and decided to make the trip in one of the ladies brand new car.

The first half of the day went very smoothly. Really, there were no problems at all, and we were feeling good about ourselves and our ability to accomplish our tasks for the day. (Boy, did we speak to soon.)

As we were heading to our second destination with the help of the car's navigation system, we traveled into the world of navigation system purgatory. Had we been smart or even the tiniest bit savvy, we would have turned the car around immediately. Instead...this is what happened (presented in bullet form because each problem was significant enough to merit its own grammatical emphasis).

• We were sent down a road that had no pavement (entirely dirt) and no outlet. Yes, our progress was stopped by a huge mud puddle and fence.
• We then ended up going 17 miles in the wrong direction.
• When Mr. Onstar (the nice man we visited through the navigation system) tried to help us find our way, we all three wanted him to stay on the line with us in case tears started flowing.
• Once we were traveling down the proper path, we were met head on by a very large backhoe working on said road. Backhoe then forced us onto the left-hand side of the road where we remained for multiple miles.
• Next road we were to turn on had a road closed sign posted at its entrance.
• When we passed a car that we were able to flag down for help, one of us asked him what all was out this way, and he laughed. That laughter either indicated that we had stumbled upon the largest moonshine production area in Texas or a scene from Deliverance.
• We also managed to locate Bela Karolyi's exclusive training facility and encampment. Still not sure how we stumbled upon that.
• Were finally able to eat lunch around 3pm at a gas station. Our other option was the Pic and Pay (I am so not making that up; nor did I misspell "Pic").

After having spent the majority of the evening slightly nauseated, I am now thinking the Pic and Pay might have been the better food option.