Lost

I had to go to the sleepy town of Sonoma yesterday to tour a property that we're trying to get coverage for (details to come if I'm able to get it published) and on my way home I got lost. I had forgotten what a bummer it is to get lost. Normally, I'm very good with directions. I take pride in not needing to have an annoying GPS talk at me from my dashboard. I even enjoy teasing friends who are directorily challenged (Tonia and Katie).

But, long story short, I took a right when I should have taken a left and there I was, lost in the bowels (yes, I said it) of Sonoma County. In case you've never been to Sonoma County, let me give you an idea of what it's like. There are a lot of these:

And all you see are these:

I eventually realized I was not going the right way when the road split into highways 121 and 116. Neither of which I took to get to where I went, so I didn't think they were going to get me where I wanted to go. I pulled over into a parking lot of one of the 3 million wineries in the area and attempted to call Kim who, having lived in Sonoma County nearly her entire life, could have surely told me which field or cow I should turn at. But, she was off touring the great Southwest on her Hog and didn't answer the phone. So I sat there. About to cry. Mad at myself for almost crying. Wondering what to do.

It reminded me of when I was 3 years old and we moved from L.A. to the Bay Area. I vividly remember my Mother getting lost CONSTANTLY whenever we would go anywhere. (Remember this Mom?) And I would just sit there, fuming! I would say; "We're lost again aren't we?" And she'd tell me; "No, we're fine. This will just help me learn my way around." She was right. So, I took my adventure as an opportunity to get to know Sonoma County. I continued on 121 and eventually saw this:

I thought; HA! I've been there! Great wine. Now I know where I am! And sure enough, I was spit out on to Highway 32 right by Infinion Raceway. It wasn't quite where I started, but close enough. Of course at the time, I was convinced that this detour added a good 30 minutes to my drive. But, I just mapped out the way I should have gone and the way I actually went, and it was only eight miles and eight minutes longer. Whatever. I still hate getting lost!