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Laraine Davis's avatar

Me too on ferry rides.

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Elizabeth G. Howard's avatar

Here's my ferry story: In the summers in CT I would take the kids in the morning on some outing to wear them out and one day we went to the Gillette Castle in East Haddam. It was about 1.5 hour drive but as you know in NE there's no direct route to anything. Just windy roads. So we got to the castle. Took the tour. Kids were young so they were mostly bored by it. Enjoyed the grounds except the wasps/bees that were buzzing around.

Then we piled back in the van and I programed the GPS home. Back in THOSE days, it was a Garmin GPS (not a phone) with maps that only updated occasionally. I started down the hill toward River Road. Daniel (the GPS voice who was British of course because that accent is more trustworthy) said: "at the corner turn right." I turned right. He then said "Continue 1.2 miles. BOARD FERRY" There was a microscopic beat then me and all the kids SCREAMED and I did a 16 point turn right there on that tiny river road, heading back in a more sensible direction.

I have nothing against ferries. I love ferries. But who knew where that ferry was taking us! We had not taken a ferry to GET to the castle. Where was Daniel going?

We'll never know.

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