A couple of weeks ago, Polimom went up to the Ouachita Mountain region of Arkansas.
Even though I knew the route (it’s a pretty straight shot up Hwy 59), I used the new GPS that Santa brought this year.
A funny thing happened, though, in Tenaha: the GPS recommended a turn just before the main intersection in this small NE Texas town. Since we’d come in on 59, and 59 continued on in front of me, I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why the device was telling me to detour — but for grins and giggles, I took the scenic route.
Just a couple of miles later, we hooked back up with the highway, none the worse for the wear, and utterly unenlightened.
I wonder if this is the reason.
Thanks, Santa!