“What route should be take?” said my husband looking at the new road atlas.
“That’s up to you,” I said. “You’re driving.”
At that moment I realized my husband and I had just played
out a scenario enacted by my parents over and over, years ago. Except my mom
frequently chose the route. She was navigator in the family.
Several times I tried to be navigator but with seven
children to be on-call for, it was more efficient to be the stewardess.
Sometimes one of the older children sat in the front passenger seat of the station
wagon or nine passenger van or SUV or suburban and acted as navigator. It soon
became a teaching tool.
A million miles of trip travel, a thousand destinations, a
hundred scary situations … yet we continue to travel, choosing the same route
for comfort or choosing a new route for adventure or being given an alternate
route because of the Orange Cone Prophesy.
I have gathered stories:
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The Breakdown in Beloit
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Stuck in a Dry Wash While Looking for Petroglyphs
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When the Truck Expired (parts 1,2, and 3)
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Engine on Fire
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Waiting It Out Under the Highway 35 Bridge
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The Ice Road Outside Indianapolis
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Slippery, Slippery Road
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So Hot
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Cramming 10 People in a Nova
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Dust Storm over Texas
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Will We Make It
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High Winds
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What a Lovely Park
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The Guy Who Couldn’t Stop Talking
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Let’s Go Home
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And many, many more
Stay tuned, I’m sure I’ll remember more … like the one about
being stuck behind a herd of sheep …
See more at FMF


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