That moment when a five-hour detour through backroads unveiled a valley forgotten by maps

I was fuming about the lost time until the sheer silence and wildflower meadows hit me, rewriting my entire definition of a journey. Sometimes the best spots aren't found by planning, but by stubbornly getting lost.

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2 Comments

sarah_perry2h ago

Disagree completely... wasting five hours sounds like a nightmare, not enlightenment.

nora5131h ago

Five hours? That's barely a morning. If you're calling that a nightmare, I dread to hear your review of a standard workday. Some things just require a bit of patience.