Getting Lost in “God knows Where” Missouri

After the whole Missouri Welcome Center fiasco, I should have known that my adventures were not over in fact it really was just the beginning.

Once we got back on the freeway, we double checked what exit we were supposed to look for it was about 50 miles down the road, so we started chatting about all the mysteries of the universe for what only seemed like a few minutes, when I was asked a very dreaded question…

“Umm, what exit were we supposed to take?”

Damn. I forgot we were supposed to watch for an exit. I looked at the directions that were sitting in my lap, took a deep breath and responded.

“Umm, an exit about 20 miles behind us”

The next part of the conversation, was not very PG, so I won’t repeat it, but once we realized we completely missed the exit, it was time to either turn around & back track or find a different route.

Which is where we “might” have messed up (it really depends on which one of us you ask)

We choose to take a different path. I quickly pulled out my trusty iPhone, and had it map a different route.

The new route…

Which had us take the next exit through the back roads and would circle us around to US-54 which was where we needed to be.

And according to my “trusty” I-phone, this was quicker than backtracking.

The road to nowhere has new meaning

One thing I did not anticipate? well when you are in the hills of Missouri… you may lose service.

Which is what happened in the middle of nowhere Missouri.

We were lost. Completely hopelessly lost.

Lucky for us, we had GPS, which bailed us out of this situation. It took us to a road that was closed, and had a giant detour.

the road to nowhere

I giggled about being lost, because those of you that have been in my life for a while, know I am the queen of lost. The driver of this adventure, was not giggling, so I really had to fight the urge to giggle, even though it was hilarious hearing the rants. AND I mean RANTS.


I really believe that sometimes,getting lost can be a good thing.

I have no clue where we were, but it was beautiful. The Midwest is a photographer’s dream. If I ever become a talented photographer with a better camera, I would love to go back and get pictures of the barns, buildings, rocks… all of it.

Started the fun “barn game”… You just yell barn when you see a barn

Here are the pics I snagged while being lost. I had to do something to keep myself from laughing at the crazy pissed off Midwesterner who was ranting at the wheel. (I did not want to have that fury directed at me for laughing)

I fell instantly in love with this bridge…
view from the passenger side
more passenger side views

the useless tower when it came to service, but clearly people live around here

I learned all about Casey’s

Want to know something funny? We would get lost again that evening, but it was dark, and being lost with no cell service,a lunatic GPS, and killer deer all over the damn place, was actually taxing on the nerves, so I didn’t get pics of that “lovely” experience and I may have joined in on the rants 😉 .

Until Next Time,



Note: This post was originally posted on my Texas Travel Girl blog, and thanks from a local named Ginny, she let me know I was in Miller County, MO! Thanks Ginny!

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