“How the hell did we drive for 2 hours the wrong way?”, I was pretty frustrated. “We’ll never get there on time now.”

Chris looked at me reproachfully and spread his arms wide. “You’re always talking about getting away; from your job, from the city. Now you’re in this beautiful place and the way you describe it is: ‘wrong’.”

I took a slow turn looking for this “beauty” he saw. The flat, dingy farmland dotted with the occasional house, cow or clump of trees that I saw was far from beautiful in my mind.

As if he could read my mind Chris said, “Feel that breeze?”

“Yeah…”

“Hear the cars?”

“No”

“Hear those cows?”

“Yes Chris.”

“Smell that air?”

“I get it Chris, it doesn’t smell like smog. So the place is nice, but I’ve got a schedule to keep and we’re still not where we should be.”

“Your schedule is why we are EXACTLY where we should be.”

As I turned left out of the gas station Chris said, “The highway is to the right man.”

I grinned.

“It definitely is, isn’t it?”