Navigational Errors

I worry about my brain sometimes. I really do. I have got to be the most unobservant person that I know of. And yes . . . I am a little bit navigationally challenged. I have told multiple people multiple times that the GPS is one of the greatest inventions ever invented, and that the manufacturers should put "Marraige Saver" as a selling pitch on all of their advertising. I can recall a few times before the GPS that Lamon was a little less than pleased with my inability to read a map and in my failure to help him figure out where we were going. The day we got a GPS was a very blessed day!
Anyways, I shouldn't even admit to this . . . (it will really reveal the extent of my brain problems), but a few weeks ago I dragged Lamon along with me garage saling. On our way back I was just chit chatting away and I looked out my window. I was noticing what a difference it makes when someone takes care of their yard. There were some old homes that were so classy looking, and next to it would be an old home that looked like it needed to be condemned . . . all because of the yard. I mentioned this to Lamon. All of a sudden Lamon turned right down a street.
"Lamon! Where are you going?" I said. This was not the way to get home!
Lamon gave me the "Mary, Are you there?" look and said, "Uh . . .home? We are on ----- N Mary."
And sure enough we were! . . . In my mind we were still way North. Oh it is fun to be me. It's not the first time I have gotten lost to my own house. But I'll save that story.
Another Navigational Adventure happened about a month ago. Lamon was working the Saturday of the Kimball Reunion at This is the Place State Park. It sounded like so much fun. I decided that I was going to be brave and take the four kids myself. I could do it! I put the address into the GPS (that wonderful blessed device) and off we went.
Well, I can find a way to get lost even with a GPS! It is talent that few people possess. The tricky thing with the GPS is that by the time it talks to you . . . sometimes it's too late to make the turn/exit. So I was trying to anticipate the turns etc. To make a long story short . . . I made a couple wrong turns . . . took a couple wrong exits . . . and each time I did I would say "Oops." And the kids kept asking, "When are we going to get there Mom?"
"Oh . . . sometime."
At one point I actually made a wrong turn and was heading up the canyon. Hayden asked me, "Are we almost to Salt Lake?" To which I replied, "Actually we are headed to Park City right now."
"Huh?" . . .
"Oh nothing . . . we will get there."
And we did eventually. It took a little longer, but I think it just added to the adventure. And I was proud of myself for being brave. The kids did have a blast. We stayed there all day long. Here are some pics of our fun "brave" day. And I am pretty sure if I had to do it again I could find my way there . . .