Saturday we visited my son, DIL and two crankettes. It was my son’s birthday the week before but we couldn’t make it so we went this week instead.
It turned out both crankettes had a flag football game that my son was coaching. I said that I would like to see them play. That was before I learned the game was at 9:00 am.
To make it worse, the game was an additional 30 minutes south of my son’s house which is an hour from us. Why 6 and 7-year-olds don’t play around the corner from home I don’t know.
In order to make it to the game we had to leave by 7:00 am. That may not seem bad to many of you morning people; you night owl, retired people will understand.
We did not know how to get to the field. No problem; Mrs. C went to Map Quest and printed out directions.
I hate Map Quest directions. They tell you stuff like this:
Take Rt. 287 south to exit 23 17 miles
Make a rt. Onto Riddly road. 75 feet.
Turn left on Orchard Drive. 25 feet.
Make a slight left onto THE PENNSYLVANIA TURNPIKE. 18 miles.
I wish they could program the directions to say:
Take exit 23 off rt. 287 and follow the signs for THE PENNSYLVANIA TURNPIKE.
Anyway, we followed Map Quest directions until we got into Pennsylvania from NJ. The Map Quest directions were pissing me off so I decided to use SIRI on my phone for backup. Mrs. C hates SIRI…I think she’s jealous.
Both Map Quest and SIRI were in sync until we reached Possum Puddle Pike. MQ said go left, SIRI said go right. We went left and ignored SIRI’s request to “Make a U-turn” and constant cry of “Recalculating.”
MQ took us onto a little traveled road, under a covered bridge (this made me nervous) and finally said to turn rt. On Pray For Your Life Hill Road. The directions did mention that the road is sometimes closed.
Pray For Your Life Hill Road had a sign that said, “Warning, no trucks, dangerous steep hill…closed Dec. to April.” We probably should have turned back and followed SIRI, but Mrs. C hates SIRI and we were running late for a 6/7-year-olds flag football game.
Pray For Your Life Hill Road quickly narrowed to one lane. We hugged a cliff on our left, and dared not look down at the steep drop on our right. The road was winding upwards and you could not see around the curves. We were both scared sh*tless that a car might come the other way (we both missed the sign that said it was a one-way road…yes we were going the correct direction.) At one point Mrs. C wanted to back out (there was no way to turn back) but that scared me more than what we were facing.
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The road is VERY narrow and the drop off on the right is steep and a long way down.
I wouldn't even ride a bike on this road.
After about a mile we finally came to the end where we had the option of turning left or right on Old Fenwick Lane. MQ directions said to turn left on Bobble Brook Rd, SIRI suggested turning right on Fenwick.
There was no Bobble Brook Rd.
There was no Bobble Brook Rd.
It was at this point that Mrs. C tossed the MQ directions and let SIRI take over. SIRI got us to the game just before kickoff. The trip took 2 hours. If we had driven first to my son’s and then to the game it would have taken 1 ½ hours, all on safe, major roads. We followed MQ because Mrs. C did not want to drive first north to eventually go south.
Next trip we probably will not look for the “shortest route.”
Anyway, our team won. Seven-year-old Cole caught a pass for a TD, and ran back an interception for a TD. Six-year-old Connor made a long run for a TD.
Seventy-year-old Grandpa Joe aged a few years and almost pooped his pants.