My mind is like a steel trap...

Old and rusted

So I had a late afternoon appointment in Princeville today. Rather than driving all the way back to Peoria, (I wouldn't have made it back to the office in time to clock out, anyway) I decided I'd cut cross-country to Chilli and home. Though I don't have a county map in the car, (something I intend to rectify, post haste)I'd done it before and was sure I remembered how to go.

I'm driving and driving and driving. Ooops. Paved road turned into gravel. Don't think that happened before. Must be a bit turned around. Find a paved road that looks like it should head the right way. Ummmm....nope. Not that way, either.

Ok, I'll just head back towards 40. At least, where I think 40 was.

Now, the whole time I'm traveling, I'm lookin for landmarks. But all I can see...as far as the eye can see...is corn. Lots of corn. And grain bins. And more corn. County road signs that mean absolutely nothing to me.

Stop. Look at the sun. Where is it? It's late afternoon, so it should be somewhere in the West. I need to head East. I think.

AhhhHAH! By some harmonic convergence, I stumble upon Route 40. Hot damn! I know where I am. I think.

Driving. Driving. Driving. Uh. Nothing familiar. Shouldn't I be coming up on Dunlap any time, now?

Driving. Driving. Driving. Maybe I should ask for a GPS for Christmas?

Driving. Driving. Driving. Still no familiar landmarks.

But....wait....what's that in the distance? Squinting. Slowing down. What is that?

Uh. That would be the windfarm. In Tiskilwa. Which is in the opposite direction I needed to go.

I ain't even in friggin Peoria County anymore, Toto.

Yea. A GPS might be a good idea.