Finding the Right Path
My wife, younger brother, and I were off for a three-night four-day camping trip in North Carolina’s Great Smokey Mountains. So we conjured up Siri on our cell phone and asked for driving directions to our destination. We arrived late afternoon but found the campground office closed.
After finally locating the hosts and requesting information, we were told we were at the wrong campground. They suggested one a little farther down the road with the same name. Here we received the same story. Wrong place. The host suggested yet another campground farther down the road, again with the same name. After three attempts, we finally discovered the campground where my wife had made reservations. This wasn’t the one we preferred, but evidently, I had given her an incorrect reservation number. Finding the correct campground was essential. Had we camped at the other two, we may well have been fined. That they seemed like the correct ones mattered not. Read more...
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