Heading up the Bruce Peninsula. In the 70s my family camped near beautiful Lion’s Head. When my sister heard I would be heading that way she suggested I visit her friend, a painter who has her own gallery in Lion’s Head. Okay, sounds good; I like galleries.
Sibling #2 may have mentioned the gallery more than once, so it really seemed like a good idea. We plugged the address into Google and off we went. BN did not want me to turn down the narrow lane towards the gallery, but I blithely assured her we would be fine – my sister would never send me anywhere inaccessible. Yeah, right.
The lane was getting narrower and narrower, with the shrubs and tree branches scraping more and more. We started watching for a driveway to turn around in, but they were all short, narrow, and at a <90° angle. Then an oncoming car – crap. The driver was very understanding as she squeaked by, with me mouthing, “I’m so sorry!” through the windshield. We passed Laura’s friend’s gallery with no discernible driveway (stupid gallery), and continued on. Finally we reached the end where, thank heavens, there was a wider gravelly area. BN hopped out and directed me in a 17-point turn, and then climbed backed in and we headed back the way we came, praying there would be no oncoming cars. She actually said, as we re-passed the gallery, “Did you still want to stop and go in?” I just gave her a look, and we carried on.
The rest of Lion’s Head was very cute, but that was it, no stopping; I was done.
I will get even with my sister. Someday.
FYI : stupid sister’s husband said there was NO way your RV would make it to that gallery….stupid sister probably should have mentioned that to you. 🤔