Wednesday:) Where In The World Was Miss Toni? 

25 Oct

” Every time I travel, it’s an unbelievable adventure. That’s because I have no idea where the heck I am half the time. Unbelievable!” 

~ Toni Armenta Andrukaitis


“I have come to accept the feeling of not knowing where I am going. And I have trained myself to love it. Because it is only when we are suspended in mid-air with no landing in sight, that we force our wings to unravel and alas begin our flight. And as we fly, we still may not know where we are going to. But the miracle is in the unfolding of the wings. You may not know where you’re going, but you know that so long as you spread your wings, the winds will carry you.” 

― C. JoyBell C.


Yesterday, I told you about talking to a stranger at McDonald’s on my way home from Stillwater. And as promised, here’s my story about getting lost after that.

I really was proud of myself. I left Stillwater around 9:45 am, turned left at the second busy street, stopped for gas at the station just down the road from St. Francis Catholic Church on the right. (I need visual landmarks) I remembered that the I35 exit was the second one, as I needed to go south to Texas, not north to Canada, or what ever’s up there. I say that in my head…Texas south, Canada north. Traffic was fast and steady, and I tried to stay behind slower trucks in the right lane, but even they were going 75 or 80 mph. Yikes! I maneuvered through the change in lanes by Oklahoma City, staying in my left and not going to Tulsa. Good girl!

Feeling a bit confident, I decided to take a lunch break at McDonald’s in Marietta. (That’s where I met Tracy, the truck driver from yesterday’s blog,) I think because I took a long break, my time sequence in my head was a little off. Normally, I drive the 4 1/2 hours straight without stopping. So, when I tapped in my map and directions for home on my phone, Siri talked me through the u-turn and getting back onto I35. No problemo.

Zipping along, Siri told me to exit going towards Gainesville. Hmm? I didn’t remember that, but I knew there was a Denton bypass along the way, that had to be it. Right? Siri wouldn’t lie to me, would she? I exited and went down an industrial road that looked like the bypass. Good. About twenty minutes later, I was deep into farm, ranch and agricultural two lane roads. Uh oh! This didn’t look right. I kept driving and Siri kept leading me deeper into nowhere land. I was going to pull over, but there were only gated gravel farm or ranch gates that were closed. I was too nervous about pulling over and getting sideswiped by some sidewinder. (I was in Texas, after all.) 

The good news was, my car compass said I was going south and east. I did know I lived south and east of Oklahoma. The other nice thing was, wow, there was some awfully pretty country roads back there. I crossed a lot of rivers and saw long horns, sheep, goats, fields of cotton, horses, some humongous ranch mansions, and quaint old farm houses and barns. But… lost is lost, and I was lost. I finally pulled over by a rural church to reprogram Siri,  and give her a stern talking too. She didn’t cooperate. Maybe she got mad at me.

My journey continued along long winding FM roads. I navigated over Lake Kiowa, down to Tioga and Pilot Point, and around Aubrey, Siri had me go east towards Celina. On the map, those small roads look pretty straight forward, but I almost got as dizzy as when I went on that crazy ride at the state fair. See the big red line on the left…35? That’s where I was supposed to be until Denton. Now, see all those squiggly grey lines by Gainesville and the blue water. That’s where I zigged and zagged my way through north Texas.

Look folks! Cotton fields, as far as the eye could see. It looked like a blanket of snow along the roads.

Mostly what I saw was a lot of long winding roads going no where with no end in sight. But, I was going south and east. That was good..I think. Finally, Siri said turn on Preston Road. Yay! A familiar name. She led me into the back way past Meyers Park and down to Wilmeth. I never come from that direction, so when I saw the familiar cell tower…Ah, I was home. I could release the death grip from the steering wheel.

Being directionally challenged is not fun. Siri, I will never trust you again! I still have to call on you for help all the time, but I will never trust you again. 

My adventure was maybe only one and a half hours longer than it should have been, but I was rewarded with some lovely back road scenery and a gorgeous sunset.

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