Sorry, Bob! I had to use my version of your song title.
So, what should have been a nice, six-hour drive turned into a nerve-wracking adventure in navigation. One wrong turn in Albuquerque (as Bugs Bunny would say...) and I almost ended up in Houston. Thanks to some nice people, I managed to correct my course and get into Austin without driving on an Interstate.
I know where I went wrong. Nacogdoches, Texas. The sign for Highways 7 and 59 are together. Hwy 7 goes straight while Hwy 59 goes left. I turned left.
If I can prevent it, I will NEVER drive in Conroe, Texas, again! Sure, it's seven lanes of perfect highway with a speed limit of 60mph. But every 1/2 mile is a traffic signal. Can't use the cruise control, can't get momentum. Just start, stop, start, stop. And that town goes on FOREVER, straight into some little burb named Montgomery.
But, once I got to Elgin, all was well. Hwy 290 takes me straight to Springdale, which is the street I need to turn on to get to my kids' house. Only took me an hour-and-a-half extra and used about the same amount of gas. But I've never been so happy to reach my destination in my life! And I managed to circumnavigate Hutto, Round Rock, and I-35--a plus in my book.
And, while I plan to enjoy myself while I'm here, I can't wait to see the damage my cats do to the house while I'm gone. I locked all of them inside--don't want any of them to disappear while I'm gone. I figured out how to leave them enough food and water for at least five days, and I cleaned out the litter boxes before I left. Unfortunately, my cats don't like one another much, so territory will be an issue. I expect that they'll pull down half the curtains, at least. I tried to move all breakable objects, but, with cats, that's an impossibility. They'll find something to break. And one of them may figure out how to open a door. Yikes! I'll have dreams about this until I get home.