Sharon G
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Nope, I never did. And since I've been drinking and you're asking...
When we left to make the drive to Nashville, we headed due north. From where we live, due north means heading over the mountains. No biggie, but Daniel seemed to have some car sickness issues. He kept saying, "Mouth, Mommy. Mouth hurt. Tummy, Mommy. Tummy hurt." and I'd look at him and he was swallowing hard and often. He was queasy. No doubt about it. In fact, we pulled over a couple of times to let his system settle. He never got sick, but I think we came close a time or two.
SO, for the drive back, we decided to go to Chattanooga, then head south, then east... driving home UNDER the moutain ridge line instead of east from Chattanooga, then south (which would have put us over the mountains). I hope that makes sense. Anyway, I'm the navigator. I'm holding the atlas and telling Brad what roads to take. We get to a small town and he sees a sign for a (somewhat) nearby town and he moves over into the turn lane to head that way.
Me: "Why are you turning left here?"
Brad: "This leads us to Ellijay. I know how to get home from Ellijay."
Me: "I'm looking at the map. This road is a tiny red line that heads into the green shaded area of the mountains. We need to stay on this road for another 2 miles then head east."
Brad: "I'm already committed."
"Because you are in a turn lane?"
"It'll be fine."
We make the turn. Big warning signs about Steep Grade ahead... No Trucks... No passing... etc.
Me: "I really think it would be worth it to turn around and head down the road a couple of miles."
Brad: "It'll be fine."
"Whatever this is, we're going to be stuck on it for 23 miles."
"It'll be fine." (now delivered in an irritated tone of voice)
The road was horrible. Two lanes carved into the side of a mountain with no guardrails. We couldn't do more than 25 to 35 miles per hour for most of it. Thank goodness Daniel slept through it.
He may NEVER live that one down.![]()
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Thanks for sharing your story! I needed a good laugh!
We had a somewhat similar situation back when GPS systems were new. We were on our way to a wedding in VT. I am usually the navigator, but DH had a newfangled gift called a GPS. He thought the GPS was God's gift to drivers and way better than a map. Well, back then, the maps Garmin were using were not that good in unpopulated areas. I had brought the map cause I wasn't ready to trust the GPS.
So it's now around 7:00 PM, and we are in the mountains, we are supposed to be going thru a notch in said mountains.
But the GPS (Gertrude) said to take a right off the highway. No way can GPS be wrong, right?
So, off we go to the right, after about 2 miles, there is no more center line and the road is doing a switch back thing around the mountain. After another harrowing mile or so, we end up at a trailhead to a firetower.

So guess what, back down and around we go, this time going even slower as we are descending down a steep incline and the brakes are heating up.
Gertrude ended up in the backseat, and we continued on thru the notch following my trusty map.
I was so glad this was in the summer, so no snow to deal with.
Even now, 3 GPS units later, I still take along a map! But, I will admit, the new ones are really alot better.