Sometime that damn GPS takes you in the strangest directions. I had to get from Lynchburg, Virginia to the airport in Roanoke, a path that I had taken three of four times as a passenger, so I knew there was a state highway. For some reason, the GPS takes me around what the locals call the "Peaks of Otter" on one of the narrowest and most twisted roads that I have ever driven. I kept seeing signs that said, "Only one Car over the Narrow Bridge at a Time". Still, the great luck is that I got to see the Peaks of Otter, which are beautiful part of the Blue Ridge Mountains. Now, I want to go back and do that drive again on purpose. Such fun.
