The real driving test
So I hauled myself out of bed at oh-dark-thirty this morning to hop in a rented car and drive to Milwaukee—all by myself. I was prepared with Google Maps and regular maps and weather reports and everything, but heck, I’d never done this before and I was kinda nervous.
But it was fine. Wisconsin, it is said, has two seasons: winter and construction. It’s not winter. Milwaukee is a hell of a mess. Google Maps let me down on the way back; there’s a nasty detour to get back to I-94. I should have followed the signs; I didn’t, but I managed to un-lose myself and get where I ought to have been in the first place.
In fact, it was so much fun we’re keeping the car for the weekend and going to Kettle Moraine (the Southern Unit) tomorrow for a bit of a walkabout.