Get lost

I don't purposefully get lost. And while I was a Boy Scout, and love maps, I don't travel with one.

But getting lost is a great adventure.

I was headed to a friend's house, and they weren't in yet, so I decided to go to the next town over. Well, one wrong turn followed by a missed turn led to driving in very unfamiliar territory.

Now, at this point, most people would panic or sweat about it. I say, this is not a problem. (In my job in college, I said this. A lot.)

I just relaxed, kept driving, and looking for landmarks. My sense of direction has always been pretty good, so there was no need to panic. And looked at my surroundings and drank them in. The train stations, the nice houses, the gas stations. Overall, a pretty nice place to get lost in.

Ah, I spy a hospital that looks familiar. I'm getting warmer. And there, the interstate overpass. I'm on the proper side now. Now there's a sign for a park I remember. Ok, now, let's just follow the road and see where it goes.

During the drive through the park, the grin on my face from slicing through the curves is huge. I can only imagine what the park looks like in the snows of January, or the spectacular foliage of November.

Peeking through the trees was an office park that looked familiar. Nearly there. More curves, more slicing, more smiles. Then an intersection ahead. Take the right, or keep straight? Take the right.

And right back to my friend's place.

Perfect.

And always confident of where I would be.

I love the life lesson I learned on the road and in the woods.