The Corn Maze

The path from Lancaster, PA to Washington, DC was supposed to be a simple drive of 180 miles. Little did I know that there were road mazes out there at this time of the year that made your barnyard corn maze look like a beginners navigation class.


What do you do when your GPS, your brain, your map and your wife’s intuition all suggest going a different way then your 50 foot long rig is headed? I throw up. My hands that is. What do you do when you get hopelessly lost in the first 15 minutes in rural PA and you have to get to a major metropolis later in the day? I think about spending the night in a corn field.



That is where we found ourselves the other day. I think it might have been a black hole for the GPS. No matter which way I turned it wanted to go back in a half mile. The map didn’t have the detail we needed and all the Amish horse carriages were going the other way. Confusing to say the least.



The secret for getting re-oriented turns out to just keep going toward roads that have more vehicles on them. Pretty elementary I would say. Anyway, I made a note to not start out again without a firm plan on getting to the next major road. Turns out we went about 20 miles out of our way but that seemed like a hundred and the hour we lost seemed like an eternity.



Happy Straight Trails