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I shook my head. “I guessed.”

We stayed for forty minutes. We didn’t take a single picture. Then Dad turned the car around, the map still useless in the back seat, and we drove home the long way. blog amateur

Then, somewhere outside of Moab, Utah, the map ran out of ink. I shook my head

I learned something out there, I think. Not about maps, or gas, or getting lost. I learned that my father, the great and terrible planner, was just as scared of the unknown as I was. The only difference is, he hid it behind laminated paper. somewhere outside of Moab

“You knew,” he said.