I was out on my bike, not far from where all roads disappear and the Talkeetna Mountains begin, headed back toward home when I saw this car slow way down. I knew then the driver was lost and wanted directions because I cannot tell you how many times this kind of thing happens to me.
Anyway, I could not piece it together from what was written down on the paper and since the end of the road was not far ahead and there was no left turn from here on and Rocky was pretty sure he needed to turn left, I sent him back in the direction from whence he came.
Not long afterward, Rocky came driving back again, headed back toward the end of the road.
We waved at each other and went our separate ways.
I have much more from today, but I will wait until tomorrow to blog it - in four parts.