Today had been a big GPSr day, and this was the last stop on our adventure. Fritz and I stopped here on our way home to meet the girls.
This journey demonstrates one should stick to his plans. It turned out to be exactly as I thought from the reconnaissance I had done. But, before we learned that, we went way off road to find a very strange thing. I am not certain if it is a new development being built or a sand dig, but something was up there. We were somewhat chased by a big bull dozer. It seemed municipal-like, but the clearing looked very organized. Whatever . . .
We were looking at a 1.7 km jaunt that way. But when we were stymied, it looked like it was going to be a DNF on this one. I checked the GPSr. There was only one other waypoint not gotten today and that was the vexillum 32 km away in the wrong direction. Fritz and I decided to circle around on our way home. What could be the harm?
And indeed that was the correct decision. We turned up Sixteenth Street. I half expected it not to exist. In some ways it didn’t. Sixteenth is a hard-packed road with but one house right near Rt. 50. I turned off on the fourth cross street. Again, streets, is a liberal use here. There is a perfect grid, but this is the woods folks and nothing is marked. I crossed road parallel to Sixteenth and then followed my cross street as it bent toward Rt. 50 and then parallel to it.
Not too far in we zeroed out! This is the local dumping ground and I can imagine many a beer is consumed back here. Nevertheless, we arrived safe and sound.
Fritz was so excited he celebrated by snoozing. I backed the truck up to GZ so he could hoist the flag!
After snapping some photographs, it was home we rushed to meet our girls and have a wonderful dinner.