I had somewhere I needed to go. I had never been there before and I had absolutley no idea where it was. But I had an address. So I put the address in my trusty GPS and I was on my way. Well...my GPS told me to take a right. Me being...me...I thought it must be wrong and I chose not to listen. I don't know why I thought it was wrong. I had no clue where I was or where I was going but I figured I knew better. Of course my GPS kept telling me to turn around but I figured if I kept driving it would eventually find a different route that I liked better. But it kept telling me to turn around. So I took a street that I thought looked like it might take me there. (Remember I had no idea where I was or where I was going. How in the world would I know what street to take? But I am stubburn) So after a few times of me taking random streets that I thought would take me there I decided to listen to my trusty GPS. So I turn around. And of course it is taking me back to the original turn it told me to take. But then...I see a road that maybe might get me there faster...so I take it. HA HA HA HA...well...I should have just listened to my GPS. Because I ended up doing this 4 more times and in the end just had to turn around. So finally I followed me GPS and I made it there. What would have taken me 20 minutes ended up taking me an hour. All because I am so stubburn that I could not accept help...even from an object.
After I left I decided to chronicle my ride because there was some pretty...interesting things. So on my way home I took pictures through the window while driving. This is not a good idea. It is not very safe. But I did it any way.
The road I was on was a dirt road out in the middle of no where. I was afraid someone was going to attack me and throw me in the woods and no one would find me.
I could just tell from the houses and lawn ornaments that there was quite a few Hillbillies leaving out there.
When I got on a normal road I felt safer. I also realized why I love New Hampshire. Because it is BEAUTIFUL!
Yes...that is a logging truck. NEVER in Utah would I have had the chance to follow a logging truck.
Just a house that caught on fire.
This is a cemetary that I drive by about 3-4 times a week. I can't wait to walk around it as soon as it is warm out.
The famous (or maybe not so famous) Welcome to Hillsborough sign!
I took a picture of me because if I died because I was being unsafe by taking picutres while driving...I wanted people to remember what I looked like.
Good times! Good times!
