A friend of mine and I decided we wanted to go to Daffodil Hill in Northern California to see the daffodils blooming. We had both heard of the area but neither of us had ever been there. She also loves taking photographs and so it was decided that we would go.
The trip would normally take us about two hours to get there. However, we discovered that there is a big difference between normal and reality.
I drove and she navigated. Right off the bat I realized that she had a different route in mind but it was too late by the time I noticed this. That's fine. We were still headed in the right direction.
We got to a town and she said that we needed to make a left on this small road that was off of the main highway. Since I had never been there before I did exactly as she said. I turned left. I thought it was rather strange that there weren't any signs telling us where we were. I also was getting a little nervous when the road kept getting narrower and narrower. It is when the road turned in to a dirt road that I started to question whether we were going in the right direction.
I think I probably turned the car around and then back again a few times before we finally saw a jogger going by. All I can say is 'thank goodness!' We were lost. She got us going back in the right direction and it was then that we realized we had been absolutely in the wrong place. Thankfully we connected back up with the highway and managed to finally get to Daffodil Hill.
I can't really begin to describe how beautiful the daffodils were. I have never seen so many different types of daffodils and other flowers all in the same place. We walked and walked and took photo after photo. It was a photographer's heaven.
Along the way, we came to an area that had peacocks all over. I had so much fun trying to get photos of them when they would open up their tail feathers. It was my friend who pointed out the white peacocks to me. I had never in my whole life seen a white peacock. There were bunches of them. They were absolutely wonderful to see.
After both of us were exhausted and getting very hungry, we decided to start our trip home. Since we were able to get to the place, we decided the trip back home would go much smoother. Yeah, right!
We were enjoying the beautiful green countryside on the drive home. It all looked the same and so pleasant in this part of northern California. It was seeing a sign that said Stockton 30 miles when we decided we were not where we were supposed to be but rather we were at least an hour off our course. Amazing how she and I could get off the road we were supposed to be on and end up heading towards Stockton instead of Nevada City/Grass Valley where we both lived. Another a stop for directions (since neither of us could figure out where we were on the map) we finally got back on the correct road again and were heading in the right direction.
It WAS a beautiful drive but we were both starving when we finally decided to pull over and get some food. I am surprised we weren't smashing each other by this time. I did decide that if she and I make another road trip that she will drive and I will navigate.