“For Rent: Scenic View with Castle. Second left, Up hill” Stated the wood sign painted white with bright red and blue stenciled letters. It looked very professional, except for the one odd run of red paint emanating from the “e” in castle.
“Shouldn’t it be ‘castle with a view'”? She mumbled to herself frowning, her interest piqued. “Turn left in. one. quarter mile.” Came the automated female voice from her dashboard GPS. A few moments later she stopped at a lonely intersection with the proclamation of “turn left. now.”
She peered out through the bright sunshine at her surroundings; two straight roads met, each cut starkly into the hills, but still rolling up and down. She hadn’t seen any other cars for about an hour and a half, though they could have been hidden from view by the gentle rises in the road. Up ahead, and to her left, she could see a hill, larger than those around it, rising above the one just before her. There was a strange wiggling brown-black pattern on it, and, after a minute of scrutiny, she realized it was a switchback. “That must be the ‘up hill’ part of the sign”. She spoke absentmindedly.
“Turn left. now.” She was startled out of her observations by the mechanical voice. She realized she had been idling at the stop sign for some minutes, yet no other car had come upon her. Curiosity got the better of her and she drove straight.
“Recalculating route…” Her GPS managed to announce before she succeeded in hitting the black off button. “No thanks,” she remarked jauntily, “I’ve recalculated my own route!” And she drove on to the second left.
To be continued.
I’ve found intense descriptions like this a little difficult so I have broken up what really wanted to say/get to until next time or I would never get it posted.