Blazing A New Trail
For some reason this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt inspired me with another take on this scene, so I hope you’ll all bear with me.
In our early married life — back when GPS hadn’t entered its inventor’s dreams yet — my adventurous husband eschewed maps. As we wandered our way through new territory he would occasionally quote Daniel Boone, which went something like:
“I’m never lost. I may go for weeks not knowing where exactly I am…but I’m never lost.”
I’ve created another driver with the same adventurous soul — who took a wrong turn somewhere.
“Well, Dan’l Boone,” Dot Kentucky-twanged as their car pulled into the ferry crossing line behind several others. “New territory to explore?”
Jay frowned. “I’m not lost. Maybe somewhat misplaced at the moment.”
Colton, their youngest, stared over the back seat. “We’re going on a boat? There’s never been a river on the way to Grandpas before.”
“This isn’t Route 85, either,” Clark added. “When will we connect with that again?”
“A little miscalculation. Hang in there, guys. We’ll get there.”
“Okay, you two.” Dot threw them a quick glare-and-wink. “Dad’s taking the scenic route this time. Let’s enjoy the view.”