Lost on mountain roads...

  Charlie and I decided that today would be a good day to continue exploring our new home, and on a whim after dropping mail off at the post office, I decided to go see the White Sulphur Springs National Fish Hatchery since a sign across from the post office said it was only four miles away.

  When committing to a narrow, winding mountain road with hairpin turns, one-lane bridges, and tunnels you must be sure to have a full tank of gas and not a full bladder of coffee.  There are usually no gas stations on the road, no restrooms, and not many areas wide enough to make a U-turn.

  A quarter tank of gas into the drive, when it felt like the coffee was backing up into my kidney, I backed the truck up onto a 90-degree angle dirt driveway and reversed our route. 

  We stopped briefly at Tuckahoe Lake (hoping for some privacy for a lakeside bladder break, which was not to be).  We never did find the fish hatchery, even though there was another sign pointing towards it along the road.

  Once home, Google Maps showed that the initial sign I saw for the fish hatchery was facing the wrong way, and if I had turned left instead of going straight, it would indeed have been just four miles from the post office.

  Instead, we went 38 miles into Virginia and very nearly into North Carolina.    Note to self:  GPSs are only as good as the idiot drivers that use them.