The Haw-wuh...The Haw-wuh...
"Just 26 miles to Charlottesville," I said. Forgot the part about 13 of those miles being vertical climbs. Had to break out the nanotech wheels with the pseudogecko treads.
Then, Charlottesville did its damndest to try and kill me. The GPS crapped out this morning just outside of Palmyra, so I navigated via map and sextant, but this switchback-ridden city was laid out by drunkards. I was supposed to get here between noon and one; I stepped out of my ice-cold shower at about 4:30.
But but but: I just got off the phone with Garmin, and essentially the GPS unit was merely confused (like me). I told it to reset its location, stepped out into the parking lot of my lovely and hard-won motel, and it found all kinds of satellites like the good little GPS that it is. I felt badly for doubting it.
This is just the Yes I'm Still Alive post; more later.
