Also on this little outing, we had some trouble finding somewhere we could connect to the internet. Usually not being able to connect to the internet on a camping trip isn’t a big issue, but I was relying on map quest to find where our activities were. I had intended to print out our directions to all our destinations, but we didn’t have the access the first night that I planned on, forgot the laptop the second night, etc. We took the long way to our destination the first night. We went about 45 minutes out of our way looking for our campsite because we got some bad directions, etc.
Friday morning I had my bout of heat stroke. Our plans for that afternoon were to go into town and find the aerospace museum for some very excited boys. I knew that the museum was attached to the AF base, but other than that we were clueless. (It was awesome BTW – http://www.hill.af.mil/library/museum/) By lunchtime I was starting to feel better, but still could not drive. We decided to go into town, find a cool park to eat our lunch at, hope we could connect to the internet, and if not then ask for directions. Not only did we have no clue where we were going, but we had a very young driver behind the wheel of the second car who basically had never driven in any town but where we live. Good luck to us!
To start things off my husband had planned on heading back the way we had come in. But no, he took a wrong turn. By the time he realized what he had done we decided we were lost enough that we would just get directions from where we ended up. Ogden was supposed to be a beautiful town, and we were sure they would have a park soon and we were hungry. We drove for half an hour not seeing either a park or a grocery store, and very few gas stations.
Finally I saw what looked like a park behind a school. We pulled over, and yes, it was a park. No internet though. We had a nice lunch and asked around for directions. The others in the park had not heard of the museum and had no idea where the AF base was. On the way out we stopped at the gas station that was right there. Les got directions, but it turned out that they were completely wrong!
He was told to drive a couple blocks further, take a certain street, get on the freeway and follow the signs a few exits down. As we got in the car Les noticed that specific street was that very intersection! He decided to turn there and we did. About 2 minutes later we saw the freeway ahead of us, and started looking around for our entrance. Instead we saw a small sign with the name of our museum and an arrow. We quickly turned where it indicated and drove directly into the museum entrance!!!!
Usually I’d call that great luck. However, when we looked back on the route later, we realized we had driven directly to the museum. If we had not turned early, or if we had not stopped exactly where we did, we would have gone quite a ways out of the way, and would never have found that obscure sign and the entrance we were looking for. I know we were blessed, and I’m calling it a miracle!
p.s. Our teenage driver did AWESOME – another miracle in and of itself.