If you squint through the fog you might spot Hanging Rock in the distance
I decided to check Where Is to get directions before I headed off on my day trip to Sewjourn yesterday. I have a vague memory of taking a wrong turn last year, so I was trying to be diligent and organised this time.
I plugged in my start address and my end address, and asked it to provide me with the shortest route to my destination (thinking that surely it would mean decent, sealed, dual carriage roads).
It got worse than this - but this is a spot where I felt safe enough to stop for a photo.
The answer to that question is a big fat HELL NO!
I was absolutely scared witless, driving through mud and potholes in the middle of the bush during a windstorm and in the pouring rain, thinking the whole time that I was going to get swallowed up into the abyss just like poor Miranda. Either that, or a big gum tree was going to fall right on top of my car!
The only saving grace was that I knew I had a packet on mint slice biccies and some jelly snakes, and boiled lollies for sustenance....phew.
So the moral of the story is - the shortest route is not always the smartest (oh, and don't trust Where Is)!
