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From Sioux Falls to Marshall via Fargo
October 27, 2011 - Karin Elton
In my family I’m notorious for getting lost. I’ve gotten lost trying to find Milroy. When my girls were in grade school and were playing basketball at Milroy, I showed up just in time to take them home. Didn’t see one play.
One time when my oldest was a baby, he took an entire nap in the back seat car seat while I was trying to find my way from St. Paul to Minneapolis. I’ve lived in both places, but there was construction which caused confusion for me. I had to stop twice to call on pay phones and tell my brother-in-law, “This is where I am now. How do I get to where I want to go?” He later teased me about always having enough quarters with me when I drive.
One time when I was living in San Francisco, I had dinner at my boss’s house in the suburbs and could not for the life of me find the entrance to the highway that would get me back to familiar territory. I literally prayed to God to help me find the entrance (it was getting late at night and I had work the next day!) and I did find it almost immediately, thank God.
Another time I was driving with my sister in San Rafael, Calif., I was trying to find a store that we could actually see across the highway but I couldn’t figure out how the heck to get there from one frontage road to the other.
Last Sunday driving back from Sioux Falls in the dark, tired after a long day with four teenagers, was no different.
I got lost. In Sioux Falls I got on North 29. It didn’t feel right to be going north. “Shouldn’t I be going east?” I asked myself. But one 16-year-old who I had been relying on earlier for guidance to get me to Taco Bell and then to the Empire Mall, said I could take North 29 all the way home.
I should have spoken up when I passed Brookings. I kept seeing signs telling me that Fargo was getting closer. I finally spoke up after hours of driving. My daughter checked a map on her cellphone to find out where I should turn.
“Take Highway 28 through Toronto and then find 271 to get to Hendricks,” she said.
I was so glad to see a sign that said “Lincoln County.” We were all tired and hungry. It was around 9 p.m. and we were still driving and hadn’t eaten since Taco Bell at noon. We had been thinking we would stop at the McDonald’s in Pipestone, but plans got er, changed.
I’ve always wanted to go to Toronto or any Canadian city, but Toronto, S.D., (population around 200) is the closest I’ve gotten so far. I suppose I could have kept driving and gotten my wish, but the kids in the car started saying that they didn’t have their passports with them.
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