Had a Saturday wedding to go to, and thought since it was just a little ways north, it would be a nice excursion for me and my wife... nope.
There is no GPS in the hills, no cell service, and we were warned about that ahead of time (not that we have GPS anyway). But we never considered that there are no maps anymore, and the damned highways aren't marked.
We wandered for 2 1/2 hours in tiny little towns with people who give directions that are just wrong. That, on top of a two hour jam getting out of the city we are near on I-95N. One hour was a wreck and one was nothing more than a traffic snarl where two interstates come together north of Richmond Virginia. They were back to back just for extra fun.
We netted out being a full three hours late for the wedding. The reception turned out to be for US. Nice people. They celebrated our late arrival right along with the bride and groom. There were other people who had the same problem with the highway signs but didn't hit the huge mess leaving Richmond because almost everyone came from D.C, so they made it just in time.
The father of the bride came home with us (yeah, driving back in the dark on those mountain roads was worse), and we all had a big laugh about being old farts lost on country roads. He left very early this morning, and I'm just now catching up on computer stuff from Friday. Maybe we are old farts...