After yesterday, it's good to have a nice straightforward set of directions. Just get off the Interstate at THIS exit, head SOUTH about a mile, and turn into Valley Industrial Park. Even so, it's a pleasant thing to be ahead of schedule. A good half-hour to hunt for the place once we arrive.
Ah, here we are. We get off the Interstate and turn in the proper direction. And a mile down is a entrance to--Enterprise Circle Industrial Park.
Um.
Is there another park? No. They must have renamed it. And while we were figuring this out, we passed another factory a hundred yards down. The only place in sight with room to pull into and room to turn around. And ahead of us is your classic two-lane country highway. So down the road we go, looking for the next safe pulloff. And we can't go all that fast, since we may have to swing into a drive at any moment.
As it happens, that's not a problem. For twenty miles the road curves and rollercoasters, cresting hilltops decorated with small farms and then diving into long stretches of bottom land. The scenery is lovely, but we're not looking for scenery, are we? We're looking for a place to turn around.
We find one eventually. Twenty miles down. Nervously (not much room even here) we turn around. And drive twenty miles back. And pull into Enterprise Circle Industrial Park.
And there's the customer. We've arrived. Only half an hour late.
Believe it or not, this is cause for rejoicing. At least we didn't end up in a place where we couldn't turn around at all. Believe me, it happens. It's happened to me more than once. And calling the police to help you get out of a place like that is not the highlight of your working day.
This time we got there. And the customer wasn't too mad. And we're only an hour behind schedule heading toward the next pickup. Maybe they won't be too mad either.
The romance of the open road.
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