Today was fun. I woke up to a text from BH asking if I wanted to drive up to Gilford for a basketball game and I accepted, unaware of the challenge I was accepting. I printed out directions from MapQuest, gave them a once over and we were off. Unable to leave the tri-city area without blundering through the streets of Dover unsure of our location, I should have predicted the following events. Here's a quick summarization-
Got lost in Dover (the next town over from Rollinsford).
Got lost somewhere in the White Mountains/Ossipe region (45 minutes- an hour from our desired location).
Got stuck behind the slowest drivers in New England and ended up tailgating one of them down a canyon-like street (I almost died of pure stress driving down this cliff).
That's about it. The inbetween stuff isn't very interesting, mostly just freaking out about not knowing where we are, then realizing where are and freaking out about that. Oh, road trips in New Hampshire. So wonderful.
At the end of the day, it doesn't matter how long it takes to get to where you're going. It's the people you're with that matter the most.
"The only way to have a friend is to be one." -Ralph Waldo Emerson
live simply.
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