The art of country-road driving

We slowly pack and get ourselves ready for an early afternoon departure, right about Noam's nap time. Our destination: Durham, CT. New England small quaint place.  There is no direct route to go from here in Taghkanic. 

Boaz set ourselves with a Garmin GPS with a half working screen, which meant that we could only rely solely the lady's voice!  I always have doubts about electronic equipment that is supposed to tell me what to do. My concerns are doubled specially since the machine is not 100% in good health. Not everybody seems to share my concerns, but I still I take a back-up scribbled Google map itinerary, just in case.

We were not 20 minutes out of the driveway that I fell we are getting lost. We are sent out to some small road, that really does not look at all like nothing serious to get us somewhere... When the road turns to gravel, we really both admit being lost. Woods, green lush forest, maybe a couple houses a couple miles before, but nothing to help us find our way. At a crossroad we stop a guy who laugh when I open our conversation with a "We are lost!". Using the directions I scribbled, he is able to get us oriented. After that Pauli insists on trying in parallel the Garmin while we follow the written directions. It did not take long for the machine to ask us to turn at a point where there was absolutely no signs of intersection. He finally got convinced it was not so good after all.

So we arrived a couple hours later in Durham, under the rain. Our friends Ehal and Angie, and their three little monsters were really happy to welcome us in a three century old house.