Going nowhere, fast.

Thanks to Brig and his wife for our GPS. It's probably saved our marriage. Nothing is better than having a computer to blame if we take a wrong turn. And neither of us has to remember was it a left, or a right at the Walmart to get back to the interstate. Spaceage technology hasn't been this useful since I had Velcro sneakers in Elementary school. The only drawback is that sometimes we camp in State Parks that are literally in the middle of nowhere. The good thing is the GPS gets use to the park with no problems. But once we're at the campsite, it's up to Anja and I to orienteer our asses back to the front gate. Fortunately, we've been putting Lewis and Clark to shame with our mad skills.