|Cairn Marker - Photo by Jeanne Doyon|
Feeling like you’ve lost your way? I can relate. If you’re like me, you hum along thinking you’re on the right path (click to tweet) and all of a sudden nothing looks familiar. Fog descends. Darkness hovers inside and out, and you begin looking for markers. Something to verify you didn’t take a wrong turn.
This is why we have road maps, Google maps and GPS systems. We are in constant need of direction.
I love a good road map. They are detailed and give me the big picture. I can put things in context and see how the routes connect. The Google map print-outs and even GPS screen shots frustrate me. They could be upside down and I would never know it. No, a good road map is my friend.
|Photo by Jeanne Doyon|
I spied the log building with a sign that said Information. I wasn’t lost, but I was looking for ideas of how to spend time while waiting for my husband. He was hiking some of the mountain peaks, and I had several hours to burn.
My sandals flip flopped on the cement walkway leading to the Smokey the Bear era building. I pulled open the heavy door and stepped into the dimly lit room. The windows refused the sun because of their milky haze. Musty air mixed with the smell of old paper.
The information center was uninhabited. I had my pick of brochures but there was no one to answer my questions. Feeling adrift, I turned just as another woman entered who looked to me for help.
“I am hopelessly lost,” She lamented, her eyes wide with concern. “I have no idea where I am but my GPS says I’ve arrived at my destination.”
“There’s no one here,” I replied. “Where are you going?”
“Attitash. We were supposed to be there an hour ago. I don’t know if I’ve gone too far or taken a wrong turn.”
Understanding her dilemma, I replied, “I’m not from around here, but let’s see if we can figure it out.”
I opened one of the provided maps and located her two points of reference—her current location and her destination. After joking that maybe I should get a job at the information desk, I sent her on her way with the map in hand and assurance that it wasn’t much further to travel.
Maybe in a ‘God’s sovereign’ kind of way, I was in the right place at the right time. The realization hit me like a two-by-four that I encounter lost people every day. (Click to tweet) They are bombarded by colorful brochures that promise the way to go, but no one to give them clear and true direction.
And, there in the middle of a mountain pass, I found the direction I was looking for all along.
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