There is no North here. Roads meander. As Uncle Jim H. puts it, "Roads in Boston go wherever the cow path went." As our family has commented many times these past few days...they ought to have had fewer cows. Or at least cows with a better sense of direction.
Signs might help. If you are on a major road, you might get signs to tell you the names of the roads you are crossing (sometimes), but don't expect anyone to waste money putting up a sign to tell you the name of the road you are already on. You ought to know that already, don't you think? Unless, of course, you just changed towns. Which happens frequently here. The towns are small and all run together. Then the road names change. And you might well be driving happily along and then run in to a road with the same name as what you thought you were driving on, except now you are at the intersection. Perhaps space and time fold up differently, like an extra dimension, in the Boston area. There are a lot of science types in the many colleges around here.
Here is a map of Monday's outing, when I tried to take the kids from our home (point A) to swim at the state park (Point B ). This 4-mile route is shown in yellow. I actually followed the red route, which does, in fact, include a complete circle back to home before getting on our way.
The really sad part of this is that we had driven right past the park the day before, on the way to and from church. Still, neither James (age 12) nor I could get the right direction out of our driveway, or recognize the correct direction when we made it back to the right road. This town may finally break my resolve and force me to acquire GPS. But I am not convinced even GPS can help around here. This town may finally break my resolve and force me to acquire GPS. But I am not convinced even GPS can help around here.
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