when i arrived at the cheyenne, wy koa the firs thing i asked for was a late check out... normally, i am required to pack up and be out of a campsite my 11 am the next morning... sometimes you can request a late check out... sometimes they charge you, sometimes they dont... i was wiped... driving 8 hours with 2 hour stop breaks was affecting me physically... the pomeranian brothers show was giving me a stiff neck... bdh isnt exactly light on her feet either... time to sleep in... since they were far from capacity i was given a thumbs up... i couldnt sleep very late anyway but sometimes i just dont feel like rushing around packing up my sewer hoses, etc... it was the day to dump so it would require taking out the hoses, connecting them, dumping them, then washing, and putting them away... ive gotten used to it so its not a huge biggie... but i just feel like taking my time... the next am as i was taking my time packing up, the woman who checked me in last nite came over to play with the grizz... she asked and i told her i was headed to minnesota... which way she asked... i shrugged and said whichever way my gps takes me... oh no dont do that... its gonna take you all the way up to buffalo and across... that will be way out of your way... here let me show you a map... oh dear god not the map thing again... please nobody show me anymore maps... i tried to explain my affliction but she said once you see it on a map youll see how easy it is... there it was, that horrific sentence... "but its so easy"...nope its not so easy, its the kiss of death thats what it is... i humored her and walked into the office while she pulled out her map and highlighter... when she finished with her hieroglyphics, i thanked her for saving me the estimated 2 hours i would have lost if i listen to my gps... it did seem to me however, that my gps wasnt planning on taking me through buffalo but at this point ive lost all confidence in my ability to see straight... she was a local here, she should know what shes talking about... my dad about had a coronary when my gps took me through salt lake city the day before... salt lake city why are you in salt lake city.. i dont know why its taking you there... theres all kinda traffice in salt lake city... i know dad i said im stuck in it... well i just dont understand why that thing would do that... why didnt you take the route i told you before... why didnt you do blah blah blahb albhablllahlahblahblhablhablhb... oh god, does nobody understand... if nobody trust a gps then why do i have one... i left cheyenne and headed the way ms koa told me to... i called cher, my step mummie as i was passing sundance wyoming... hey cher cher you ever hear of sundance ,wy... yes my grandmother was from sundance... why are you near sundance... i dunno i said its where the gps is taking me... what she exclaims... why arent you on the 90... your supposed to be on the 90... i told her about the ladys directions, then my gps took over and thats all i knew... i hear her calling my father... larry get the atlas... my dad gets on the phone.. for gods sake lary he says where in the hell are you... why arent you on the 90... dad im following what the gps is telling me... i dont understand why you didnt follow my directions... i cant even find you on the map... what road are you on... why are you on that road... dad im just going where its telling me... its not my idea... how in the hell am i supposed to know where im going... because you should know he screams at me... where is it taking you next... dad im driving can i call you later... i could have checked it out while i was driving... i do all the time... i didnt want my dad to work himself up anymore... hes got a good heart but better safe then sorry... my dad rings me back an hour later... ok he says much calmer, where are you now... im in the middle of freaking nowhere is where i am... there are no signs, no houses, no gas stations and boy do i really need one... i tell him what road im on then cher gets back on the phone... lary, ive lived in wyoming my whole life... ive traveled by car all throughout the dakotas, wyoming and nebraska... i have never heard of the roads you are on... it amazes me how the two of them work themselves up so much over me getting lost... they should know me by now... it would be better if they got upset when i didnt get lost... less stress all the way around... however, i was starting to get freaked myself cuz i really needed gas...the sun was setting, i needed to park soon... dad, please stop asking me why i am where i am can you look on the internet and tell me if there is a campground anywhere ahead... he took a minute then screamed... no theres nothing... dad, please calm down... i am calm... well pa, i said you seem very animated... i am not he yells again... i just dont understand why you didnt take blah blahb alhblhalbhalbhlahlhbalhlbhablhablhabl.... omg omg omg... thank god a few minutes later i just happened to run into an rv park/gas station... i got settled, called the pa and said its ok everythings ok... pa was grateful i was ok... i suppose he worries about all the things that could happen to me, out in the mean streets of the world... its not his fault im handicapped... theres only one explanation he concludes... that damn gps is busted... if you ever get to where your going,and thats a big if, buy yourself a new one... its on me... today's "must have" fun fact... click here to read fun facts about the tv show lost... http://sharetv.org/shows/lost/trivia