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tpryan
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Getting lost
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Oct 8 23:55 UTC 2003 |
I had to get away today. I got lost.
Well, I was trying to be lost. To travel the road I had
not been on before.
Warm day, sunshine, windows down, sun roof open.
I headed south on Platt, trying to continue sough after
roads eneded and had me going west for a while. Barely paved
roads, some dirt. If I found US-23, I would know where I was,
not fitting the objective of getting lost. I ended up in Ohio.
No sign greeting me, but I did quickly notice the difference in
the road signs (caution sign smaller, as where street name signs).
The cars in driveways with Ohio plates where a dead giveaway.
I was only about 4 miles into Ohio, when I found The Roadhouse
and had lunch (pot roast beef sandwich, mashed potatoes, gravy, corn).
Then returned trying to find a different road. Didn't quiite have
a unique path back home, put got home anyway. (duh!).
You ever try to get lost? To find that road you had not been
on before?
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aruba
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response 1 of 58:
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Oct 9 00:22 UTC 2003 |
One night, shortly after I moved to Ann Arbor, I went for a walk and just
wandered around. After a while, needing a goal, I decided to try to climb
to the highest point I could find. I ended up at the sewage treatment
plant.
Took about 3 hours. That was 13 years ago, and I still haven't forgotten
it. It was a powerful experience, but I can't explain why.
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scg
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response 2 of 58:
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Oct 9 00:50 UTC 2003 |
In most places, my long rambling walks are in areas that I have enough of a
mental map of that I at least have some idea where I must be, even if I'm not
somewhere where I've been before. I did do such a long rambling walk in
London a few years ago, which eventually wound up at Buckingham Palace.
My New York walk stategy when I spent a couple non-consecutive weeks there
this summer tended to be to walk until I didn't feel like walking anymore,
and then take the subway back to Greenwich Village, where I had started. I
ended up walking from 4th Street up to Central Park at one point, but I don't
think I ever could have considered myself lost. The streets are mostly a
numbered grid.
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response 3 of 58:
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Oct 9 01:38 UTC 2003 |
I have a hard time getting really lost, but whenever I take a trip on the
bike, I always try to take routes I have never before traveled.
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glenda
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response 4 of 58:
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Oct 9 01:58 UTC 2003 |
When I was pregnant with Staci, it was a very hot summer. The only air
conditioning we had was in the car. We spent a lot of time in the car. I
would either read or stitch on some project. STeve would drive. Damon, age
3, would navigate. They thought it was fun to try to get me lost. We would
drive with Damon pointing the direction and picking when and direction of
turns. After a few hours STeve would say time to go home,"which way is home,
Mommy?" I would look up from book or needlework glance around and point,
"that way." I never really paid much attention other than initial direction
away from home. Always had STeve drive straight home without much bother and
much quicker than the drive out. Damon never got tired of trying to get Mommy
lost.
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gull
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Oct 9 02:27 UTC 2003 |
The only way I ever learn my way around any new city is by getting
repeatedly lost until I build up some kind of subconscious mental map of
how the major streets fit together. Once I have that, I'm never lost
for long...I just need to drive until I cross a major street I
recognize.
Every city has its own confusing features. In Ann Arbor it's how many
streets merge, seperate, and change names. In St. Paul, it was the fact
that you couldn't follow any straight street in the grid for more than a
couple miles before hitting a lake.
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