My cherry red Pontiac LeMans veered erratically as Derek studied the map, while steering with his knee. Finally, he tossed it in the backseat. “We’ll figure it out,” he said.
“OK,” I replied. “But if we don’t see Mickey by nightfall, you’re going to regret not taking that left at Canada.”
That was 26 years ago. I’m pleased to tell you that road trips have changed. My husband is even more pleased.
Recently, we traveled to Olympia for a wedding. Somewhere outside of Ellensburg, I programmed our destination into my GPS.
Longtime readers of this column may remember that Derek bought me my first GPS five years ago. Prior to that when lost out on an assignment, I’d call his office and ask questions like; “I’m on the Moran Prairie. Am I in Idaho?” Or, “What happened to the rest of F street?” Read more. Cindy Hval, SR
How often do you use a GPS?