Ever get a feeling that circumstances are occuring to prevent you from doing something? I tried three times today: up, down and sideways to get to Hocking Hills State Park in southeastern Ohio.
First time, I’m driving the route that the park personnel gave me and a big sign appears saying the road is closed ahead.
I call the park and ask for alternate directions. Their directions send me down another road that is blockaded due to a big hole in the road!
This time the road is too narrow to turn around and I can not back up because of towing my car. So out I get, disconnect the car, turn the RV around, reconnect the car and drive back up the road.
I call the park again. This time the gal says Well, there’s just no easy way to get here from there. Imagine!
She then proceeds to give me directions that will take me in a bigger circle with no guarantee that I’d actually get there. I decide that I’ve been given a sign not once but three times to abandon the place with the hole-y roads and the unholy directions.
Another hundred miles of backroad slow-mos with Amish buggies, farm tractors and road crews painting yellow lines in torrential downpours takes me to Cowan Lake State Park. I unclench my hands from the steering wheel and set up camp. It’s good to be off the road for the night.
After a bewildering day I am beyond tired but also safe and happy.
Some adventures make me wonder who’s pulling the strings. Is it all just smoke and mirrors?