Adventures in GPSing

I cannot say this strongly enough: Never underestimate my ability to get myself, and everyone in my vehicle, completely and hopelessly lost.

There was a running joke in my archeology class last spring that I was always in the last car to arrive at a new location because they either let me drive or navigate. No really, I was there one time when they made it, which made the joke even funnier to them at the time because I was finally in on it.

My parents gave me a GPS for Christmas, which I had long sense put off because people become dependent on these things and can't get anywhere without them, and I didn't want that to be me. I'm already so directionally challenged. But anyway we have the GPS on this trip and for the most part it has come in handy.

In my excitement yesterday when finding a Virginia plate while out of state, I tapped Woody's leg, upon which sat the GPS, and I touched the screen instead of his leg by accident, unknowingly adding a detour to our trip, which took us significantly out of our way and made us circle back on our trip.

I WISH I was kidding.

Thankfully Woody noticed before too much damage was done, but I think we have learned a valuable lesson here: I'm a lost cause. Literally.