On Sunday morning, fresh off our Disneyland high, we were heading north to get back to reality, but with a stop in Pasadena to see Julia's new apartment. She gave us directions from Disneyland (hop on the 57 N to the 210 W) and then we would reconvene and then get brunch. Simple right? WRONG. So Carly's in the driver's seat and we head onto the 57, debreifing the weekend and I didn't think to whip out my phone to look at the map since the directions were so basic. So there we go driving and driving and had a few dialouges sounding like:
25 minutes into the ride:
Carly: My sense of direction is so off, it feels like we're going just east.
Julie: I know, but we are supposed to take the 210 West so this makes sense. Oh look, Chino!
Probably 10 minutes later:
Carly: Oh, Indio, that's where I'm going for Stagecoach next month.
And about 5 minutes later:
Julie: Ontario Airport? That's where we fly into for Palm Springs. That's weird, there must be a smaller airport and then the larger one. That's so dumb, they should have picked another name, that's confusing.
(So I pulled out my phone)
Julie: Hold up. You're going to want to turn around
Carly: Now?
Julie: Yes, immediately.
Well turns out, we were well on ourway to Palm Springs. About 40 miles back, there was a 57 - 60 split and we unknowingly headed to the 60 (we blame being in the carpool lane). And it was probably three minutes after we were heading back in the right direction, that we got a call from Julia asking where the heck we were. Ooops sorry, we were almost in Palm Springs, we're going to be a while.
Yes, this is the route that we took on accident, and it took us about 1.5 hours. Not what we were really hoping for when we had a solid 6 hour drive ahead of us.
1. ALWAYS look at a map
2. Be cautious of the Southern California carpool lanes
3. Southern california needs to think about relabeling some of their signage on their freeway.
#ImalwaysreadyforatriptoPalmSprings
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