And so the saga continued...
Kay and I went into a gas station to ask the attendant how to get back on track. She told us we could either drive the 80 or so miles back to the Y that I had missed, or take a 2 lane highway from Gillette over to Douglas, Wyoming. We discussed it with the men-folk and chose the 2 lane road because it cut over 100 miles from the trip.
Once again, we took to the road, ladies in the front, boys behind, trying to keep up (did I mention I have a lead foot?).
We passed miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles of…..nothing, seeing zilch but flattened rabbits in the road. Kay and I, both animal lovers, were saddened by the carnage, but eventually tiredness and our inevitable silliness took over and we started calling them flat jacks. I know, I know…but to our tired little Norwegian pea brains, it was either laugh or cry about it, so we chose to laugh.
Kay and I giggled and laughed the whole way, so it seemed like only minutes to us, but probably days to the cousins behind us. A short (and I do mean SHORT) cell phone conversation confirmed that the guys wanted to have lunch, so as soon as we reached Douglas, I began looking for a restaurant. And guess what? (I know you are going to be shocked here) I got lost…in Douglas, Wyoming; population 5,288.
Round and round town we went, trying to find a place to eat. We drove down every single street (all five of them) and a couple of alleyways. By the time we found an eatery, Cousin Dale (a.k.a. Leukemia Boy—his words, not mine) had started calling us Lewis and Clark.
Kay and I went into a gas station to ask the attendant how to get back on track. She told us we could either drive the 80 or so miles back to the Y that I had missed, or take a 2 lane highway from Gillette over to Douglas, Wyoming. We discussed it with the men-folk and chose the 2 lane road because it cut over 100 miles from the trip.
Once again, we took to the road, ladies in the front, boys behind, trying to keep up (did I mention I have a lead foot?).
We passed miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles and miles of…..nothing, seeing zilch but flattened rabbits in the road. Kay and I, both animal lovers, were saddened by the carnage, but eventually tiredness and our inevitable silliness took over and we started calling them flat jacks. I know, I know…but to our tired little Norwegian pea brains, it was either laugh or cry about it, so we chose to laugh.
Kay and I giggled and laughed the whole way, so it seemed like only minutes to us, but probably days to the cousins behind us. A short (and I do mean SHORT) cell phone conversation confirmed that the guys wanted to have lunch, so as soon as we reached Douglas, I began looking for a restaurant. And guess what? (I know you are going to be shocked here) I got lost…in Douglas, Wyoming; population 5,288.
Round and round town we went, trying to find a place to eat. We drove down every single street (all five of them) and a couple of alleyways. By the time we found an eatery, Cousin Dale (a.k.a. Leukemia Boy—his words, not mine) had started calling us Lewis and Clark.
We had a quick bite to eat and headed toward Denver.
Really…I promise.
To be continued…
14 comments:
For a moment, I thought that street sign was actually legitimate...lord knows you could have used it...
(*HA HA HA HA HA*)
(*Runs away*)
There are these things called maps ...
Travel safely. Thinking of you.
Lol. You go girl! The journey is more important than the destination.
The destination is good too, though.
Denver ho!
xx
pinks
this is really funny. it's all funny as long as everyone gets to where they need to be. enjoy the ride.
Well you're writing the post so I know you made it at least to a place with an Internet connection. . .
LOL! Great story Laurie! I hope you're enjoying yourselves!
"flat jacks" made me totally crack up. I am cruel.
Very interesting.. and I've been similarly lost so I know that "miles and miles and miles and miles" of nothing
:)
Peace,
~Chani
I am beginning to suspect you may have been traveling in the "Twilight Zone."
I'm sorry. I know it isn't funny when you are lost - as a matter of fact, I've been quite stressed out finding my way, but I am laughing out loud here... "Flat Jacks"...
Do you read maps? I try to read them. They do help once in a while.
Enjoy your adventure! Keep posting! I'll be checking in on you, Laurie :o)
Lewis and Clark got to name the animals they found, also! 'Flat Jacks' - ouch. Say hello to Denver for me. We lived there 7 years. (You did make it didn't you :0D I'll be sending good thoughts your way, Laurie. Dale sounds like a good guy.
nothing like a good road trip.
I like the notion of 'boys in the back'. Always good to have a strong woman at the wheel.
WW, ha! You are such a funny man! You better run!!
Carol, maps! Why didn't I think of that? Thank you!
Pink, thank you darlin. I agree!
Jen, we laughed hysterically for hours. My cheeks still kind of hurt.
Naturewoman, we did arrive safely, after many, many misteps.
KC, you aren't cruel at all!
Chani, if my cousin Dan hadn't been so mad, I'd have taken pictures of the miles of nothingness...
Nick, I did hear that music playing a few times!
Mary, I read maps, they just don't make any sense to me. I'll try to keep posting as often as time allows.
Cathy, 7 years? I think I could live here that long and still get lost every time I went somewhere...
Ur-spo, I may be a strong woman, but I'm not a very good tour guide. Just ask Cousin Dan.
Heehee! I just got caught up on your last post too! I had no idea Norwegians were directionally impaired. I must be part Norwegian myself then!
Have fun and be safe!!!
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