We took a ride late this afternoon turning at the sign that read Christine Road in the next town over. Not a good paved road but gravel. We drove and drove until John started getting worried, he couldn't remember where we were. I always tell him we will eventually come to a road or town and know where we are. He has become a real worry wart in his old age. We drove some more and more until he said we may have to turn and go back. Not if I could help it so I kept putting him off. Just wait until we get around this bend, I think Christine will be in sight. Just wait until we go over that hill I think Christine will be in sight. Finally I even started getting a little worried, afraid I was going to be driving in the dark on a lonely country road and not know where we were. Finally we meet a couple of cars and start to see a few old houses. Oh yeah we both breathed a sigh of relief, Christine at last. There is the church where we have gone to picnics in the long ago past. There is the post office we have passed and I stopped to take a picture once because it is a cute little house looking post office. Highway 16 here we come. I picked up speed and we were home before dark. John said this it the last time. I said yes until the next time.