This was the GPS display this evening when I went to type in new directions.
We left Morgan Hill this morning bound for Turlock, CA.
We I have a thing about avoiding interstates so we decided to take Highway 152.
Despite an ominous sky, the drive was beautiful.
The road wove through farms and hills covered with Oak trees.
We passed San Luis Reservoir and around that time we passed a few signs as well. Signs we should have paid attention to. Signs that would have saved us a lot of time. Signs that would have helped get us to our destination.
Signs that wouldn’t have made me feel like an idiot.
We drove on. We crossed Interstate 5 in favor of the smaller highway and headed north from Los Banos until we ran into this.
Ending the call I was on with my dad, “Dad, I think I have to go. The road is closed. I saw a sign back a bit but I didn’t really read it.”
I opened up my “trusty” GPS and told Brent to head down “this road”. We’ll take it to “that road” and it will connect “a road” that will get us to Turlock.
A few mintues later we ran into this….
“On the GPS it looks like a major road,” I explain. So we go right, instead of left, because this road meets up with our original road. “Maybe it’s passed the construction part.”
It is…about 300 feet.
“I bet they just put those there to reduce traffic. I bet it’s fine.” So we go left bypassing the original road closed sign.
It was fine…for about 40 minutes.
nothing the Great Valley Grasslands State Park and birds for miles until I saw this up ahead.
I held my breath.
Uh-oh. I guess they meant it.
We turned around, headed back, drove around the orginal “road closed” sign, and all the way to Interstate 5.
The day only got better.
The rv park we were going to stay at was a parking lot. “I’m not paying $40 to sleep there. I’d rather sleep at Wal-Mart.”
So we did. I feel legit.
Wal-mart would have been fine except we forgot to fill up our water tanks, it was raining, one of the boys favorite books got demolished in the slide out, and I broke the doorknob to the bathroom. Thing 2 really “had to go” (he doens’t mess around) and said the door knob wouldn’t turn. “Oh you just have to turn harder,” I said. Nope it wouldn’t turn, he informed me dancing outside the door. I walked over, grabbed it, and turned it. Turn it so hard that the inside broke into about a 1000 pieces.
At least Wal-mart had unicorn bike helmets.
Love and Laughter,