Detours. Those times when you take a long way round. You don’t go the direct route. You take a little wander off the beaten track. Most of the time we don’t intend to take them. Sometimes we think ‘Wow I wonder what’s down that road?’ and we get a little adventurous and we do it intentionally.
Lookout Mountain. What a name………must have a great view
Two friends and I took a deliberate detour in BC, Canada one day along a crazy looking windy road that looked like it’d just add 20 mins or so to our journey that day. Ignorance is bliss but doesn’t always last that long! We were soon a) lost b) on slippery gravel paths (I would hesistate to call them tracks even) and c) heading upwards at an extremely alarming angle.
So onwards we went.
(There is something about turning back that feels so wrong!)
Finally after some nifty driving (if I say so myself) and far FAR more than 20mins, we hit the top and started heading steeply back down. None of us remember the view, we were illogically holding on tight and faithfully praying the tyres would hold. Finally as we arrived at the bottom we drove through someone’s farm. Three men stood and literally stared at us with open mouths. Obviously not a road many came along…
Oh and the blurred number 6 sign? Our only hope along the way that we were actually going to get somewhere. Little signs that popped up in descending order every now and then. How we looked forward to reaching O.
Lookout Mountain..what a name..LOOK OUT! (seriously)
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Look out!
Detours. Those times when you take a long way round. You don’t go the direct route. You take a little wander off the beaten track. Most of the time we don’t intend to take them. Sometimes we think ‘Wow I wonder what’s down that road?’ and we get a little adventurous and we do it intentionally.
Lookout Mountain. What a name………must have a great view
Two friends and I took a deliberate detour in BC, Canada one day along a crazy looking windy road that looked like it’d just add 20 mins or so to our journey that day. Ignorance is bliss but doesn’t always last that long! We were soon a) lost b) on slippery gravel paths (I would hesistate to call them tracks even) and c) heading upwards at an extremely alarming angle.
So onwards we went.
(There is something about turning back that feels so wrong!)
Finally after some nifty driving (if I say so myself) and far FAR more than 20mins, we hit the top and started heading steeply back down. None of us remember the view, we were illogically holding on tight and faithfully praying the tyres would hold. Finally as we arrived at the bottom we drove through someone’s farm. Three men stood and literally stared at us with open mouths. Obviously not a road many came along…
Oh and the blurred number 6 sign? Our only hope along the way that we were actually going to get somewhere. Little signs that popped up in descending order every now and then. How we looked forward to reaching O.
Lookout Mountain..what a name..LOOK OUT! (seriously)