I had to drive down Island today to do a fitness test for getting re-hired with the ambulance service. It took some shuffling and an extra daycare day, but it's necessary so we made it work. Brent is on nights so I got up early, showered and dressed, and then got all 4 kids ready, fed breakfast, made their lunches, and out the door to school on time. I then drove out of town. The drive was gorgeous. Hoarfrost on poplar and evergreen trees, and a gorgeous blue sky, for hours:
I feel so lucky to live where I do.
I got to Campbell River, which is where my fitness test was, but for the life of me I couldn't find the physio place. I had to call Brent and ask him to look it up, which ate up time. I found it just in time, pulled in to the parking lot with two minutes to spare. Awesome. Except that when I went in, they had no record of my appointment. I about died. I drove two and a half hours in the snow, paid for daycare, busted my ass this morning getting four kids and myself out the door, for nothing?! They shuffled around some appointments and possibly a lunch break and fit me in, though. Whew. I was so grateful! But because of the shuffling I had to wait an hour before they could do my assessment. Which ate up all my extra time to have lunch, buy a few Christmas gifts, and fill up with gas before I turned around and went home. I got lunch and did a fast run around Target and was in and out in 7 minutes. Brent had to work at 5, so I had to leave by 2:30, or at the very latest, 3:00. I booted out of town as quick as I could in the snow and hit the road around 2:45.
As I was driving, I noticed that things didn't look the same with all the snow and frost. I had been thinking that all day though, during my trip down, so I didn't think much of it. But it kept bugging me. Every fifteen minutes I'd think, "Is this right? Am I on the right road?" This is the North Island, we're talking about here, there aren't that many roads. Only one main North/South highway. So how wrong could it be?
46 kilometers in the wrong direction, is how wrong it could be.
Here is a map:
I was driving North on Island Highway (the coastal one, 19A, not the inland one) from near Storey Creek Golf Course. I stopped to get gas near the Campbell River Ferry Terminal, and got back on the road but got turned around. Rather than turn to go North on Island Highway, I went WEST on highway 28. The road to GOLD RIVER.
I was listening to my favorite band in my ipod, enjoying the snow and water and forest, but just kept worrying about how I didn't recognize the road. Suddenly I realized I was heading West, not North. I was so far out of cell service range that I couldn't let Brent know until I had traveled BACK 46 Kilometres to Campbell River. By this point, it was 4:15. Brent had to work at 5. And I had a two and a half hour trip as yet unstarted.
How?! How!!! How did this happen? I don't get lost! I've driven around this province for years as the allegedly professional driver in an ambulance, and driven the weirdest, remotest places in my personal vehicle to GET to the stations I have worked at, and I don't get lost. But today, I did.
I ate my pride in order to call Brent up and tell him, let me tell you. Pride just doesn't taste all that wonderful. Plus, that minor problem of him needing to go to WORK. Fortunately two of my friends here in town were able and willing and wonderful, and looked after the kids while I did my best to get home safely in a Toyota Camry on a slick sheet of ice between Campbell River and Port McNeill.
Following close on the heels of the mouse and the pooping, though. Wow. We better start calling me The Little Black Cloud. (The one that wasteth gas at $1.35 a Litre).