On March 18 I blogged about a couple who left their campsite off the Kancamagus Highway for a short walk in the woods. Many hours later, they ended up in my front yard in Waterville Valley asking for directions back to their campground. This occurred in the days before GPS.
Don’t always believe your GPS
Gigi Estes, head Nordic Silver Streak, and her husband had an interesting encounter with some wayward travelers while they were cross-country skiing this week. Read her account, below, and check out her photos, which offer proof that you shouldn’t always believe your GPS!
This gorgeous morning Paul and I skied up Lower Osceola. Paul was behind me and at some point I looked back at him. I hollered loudly, “Oh my gosh, turn around quickly.” Paul thought there might be a moose.
Well, what we saw was a van on the ski trail. I happened to have my camera in my pack so I snapped a couple of photos. We skied back. A man and a teenager were doing something on the roof. They hadn’t cleaned the top and when they opened the roof window the snow dropped inside the car. I asked whether they were lost and the man answered no, that they were on their way to Loon. I started laughing, I couldn’t help it and then told the man that the road was closed in the winter and he was on a ski trail and would get stuck if he continued. Hadn’t he seen the sign at the beginning of the road? The man was very surprised and said that his GPS had directed him that way and no, he hadn’t seen a sign. (I noticed later that the sign was gone). Another skier came up and told the man that she had called the “road safety” (nice euphemism for “police”). I told the guy how to get to Loon and he turned around. He got close to the edge of the trail and we were holding our breaths to see whether he would be stuck. He wasn’t, he was lucky! They were from New Jersey, perhaps it was the first time in their lives that they saw a cross-county ski trail. And so much for all the newfangled stuff.