To be fair, it’s isn’t so much that the road in question had NO spots where turning around was an option… just none that a sane person with a healthy fear of getting t-boned by a truck traveling at 60 MPH would have ever taken.

But yeah.  Two drives home, two massive course corrections due entirely to me getting lost in what is ostensibly my own backyard.  For the record, I actually hadn’t planned on doing a whole second page on this little adventure as of Sunday morning… which pretty much gives away how Sunday evening went, doesn’t it?