Saving Time in a Wet Paper Bag.

I could easily not find my way out of a wet paper bag. 

This being said I rely, worship and loving stroke my google maps app to get me from point A to point B. And sometimes you unexpectedly come across places that do not follow that religion. Nor do they believe in or wonder about internet access. That is when you stop and ask for directions in what could be west Texas cause you haven’t seen a paved road for the last 40 miles. The directions you get go as follows.

-When you leave here, turn left at Chubby’s wheat field, that’ll take you 10 miles to Maida’s house and you’ll want to turn back right till you see ‘Ol Riggen’s horse. You’ll know him when you see him. He sits at that same corner every day bout this time. You can’t miss him. 

I’m pretty sure I found Chubby’s. I waved at Maida. And unfortunately I am lead to believe ‘Ol Riggen’s horse died 30 years ago.

In the end what started as a tragic wreck on a highway I wanted desperately to avoid to save time.

I took a short cut. A 5 hour 250 mile long short cut. 

If you ever get a chance. Take one.

Have a great weekend everyone!

Xoxo