I think I hear Duelin’ Banjoes!
Having successfully completed a very tricky
3 point 12 point turn on a very narrow gravel road without driving through any fences or losing any paint I retraced what I hoped was my route to the ROAD CLOSED sign. Eventually I discovered a dirt road leading off to the left. Seeing plenty of blue sky on the horizon I chose to follow this road in the hopes of getting high enough to get a signal on my phone which would allow me to A) MapQuest my way out of this mess or B) call everybody in my address book. Surely somebody I know would be able to figure out where I was. Some of them might even tell me how to get home…..after they finished laughing.
As I rolled along, not stopping quite as often because I had already been gone 4 hours and was starting to get hungry, I thought I spotted movement near this tree.
Yep, my eyes weren’t playing tricks one me. The vultures had started circling. I saw enough cowboy movies when I was young to know that vultures circling means something’s dead or dying and I was worried that they might know something I didn’t.
Just as I was wondering how many vultures were up there and whether I could actually hit them in the air with a handgun I rounded a curve and found a creek. This had to be either Cripple Creek or Reed Creek and both of those flowed under paved highways in several places. All I had to do was follow the creek and I would eventually find a road that WAS on my maps!
Suddenly things weren’t looking quite as dismal. I even had a general idea of where I was but the story isn’t going to end here. To find out how I finally got back home and why Frankie is mad you’ll have to visit my Blogger page, Virginia Through My Lens.