Friday, May 15, 2009

GPS gone bonkers


This morning we left Anderson for Fortuna. The trip took several hours of up and down and around like a roller coaster but at least it wasn't boring. When we finished the western leg we were on the coast and there was a lot of fog. We stopped for lunch before checking into our motel. We set the GPS for the motel, which was only about a mile away. The "Twit", as we have started calling her directed us up a dirt road and into somebody's backyard - a dead end. We had to turn around in their driveway!! After a few more hits and misses we finally spied our destination but the Twit still wanted us to go somewhere else. When we checked in, we asked for both directions to the nearest Supermarket and also the location to our room. When the receptionist gave us the directions, (which I thought were for our room) she started out with ' "Go out of the parking lot, turn left and go under the freeway.... Hold on, I said. You mean to tell me that to get to my room I have to go under the FREEWAY!!!!! When we all stopped laughing, we found the room and the supermarket. Loly and I were hysterical laughing. Good thing we had already checked in or they might have changed their mind.
After we settled down and started breathing without laughing, we went off to the Avenue of the Giants. This is a park with thousands of redwood trees. No words can describe, no photo do justice, no writings can bring you to imagine the beauty of this place. You must really experience it for yourself.
Tomorrow we're off to Napa. I hope the Twit behaves.

3 comments:

  1. How well I remember Charl and I and the kids visiting the Redwoods and Napa. You are so right! No words can describe the almost Cathedral like feeling of those magnificent trees.

    Enjoying each of your posts. Onward!!!

    Jeanne

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  2. Sorry to hear about "the Twit." I hope it decides to behave from here on out.

    I don't know if you knew this, but from Fortuna, it's a hop, skip and a jump to a tiny little logging town outside of Arcata called Manila, California. Just north of that, in Samoa, is the Samoa Cookhouse- which caters to the loggers, mostly, and is the place I had one of the best breakfasts ever. I still think I may go back there for that alone.

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