I wasn't lost before!

We do a lot of this on trips.... " Oh I took the wrong road"  "Why didn't you check the map before?"  "I wasn't lost before!"
When Paul   "doesn't know" where he wants to take a drive, I know, He knows, and I'll learn soon enough. Typically, it also means he doesn't want me to nix his plans. Since it was his birthday, I was willing to go most anywhere he wanted to go. I don't mention it here on my blog, because, well, it's not something most people want to hear; but it's relevant to my story; I have IBS. I don't like being too far from restrooms. ALL the rest stops from our home in Buckeye to Lyndsey's Apartment are known and rated. Dirt roads in the middle of no-where is NOT something I'd ever choose. Unlike Paul, who's never seen a dirt turn off he didn't want to travel down, I like to stay in well populated areas, with clean shiny restrooms.  Eating on a travel day is not part of the plan, EVER.

Ok enough info. We set out to go the back way to Wickenburg, but I sensed more a foot. I sensed a dirt road in my future. Yes indeed! There was a Ghost town he wanted to see. Well, the ghost town was really more of a trailer town.  OUT in the middle of NO WHERE. We drove an additional 6.2 miles on a second dirt road to see a formation of rocks Paul read about in AZ Highways. He promised me it would be worth the hard drive on a dirt road in the middle of no where. I "endured" the road, camera ready, to see what I expected to be a beautiful orange formation of rocks. This is common in AZ, in the middle of no where. The road started turning and Paul said, there it is!!! 

Apparently, rail workers in 1900, with time on their hands, and extra paint, decorated this rock, to look like a skull.

Yeah, so anyway, Thanks for taking the time to read my blog today.