We branded Brandon’s little leased herd today… pictures to follow… then I spent the afternoon on my lawnmower trying to catch up with the out of control grass. Before I knew it, here came Vernon, and I headed to the house to cook something for supper.
Washing my hands at the sink, I noticed two young women walking down the highway. That’s weird, because we don’t usually see people walking around here. Before I knew it, Brandon is escorting the girls to my door.
Laughing, he says, “These girls are stuck on the mountain. About 10 miles up. They were following their GPS.”
I thought he was joking. He is a funny guy, my Brandon… and here was the opportunity to tease us.
Within minutes they were loaded in the pickup, and the guys (and me, too, this time) were off on a rescue. Turns out they live in Miami, but one is really from Germany, and one from the Czech Republic. They were coming from Yellowstone to……. yes! DEVIL’S TOWER! How amazing that within a week, we have had two parties, both originating in Florida, (although these girls flew to Salt Lake and got a rental car), then to Yellowstone, and then ending up stuck on our mountain.
Both young and healthy, with water and an adventurous and giggly attitude, it was a hike, but still a “good story” to tell their friends. The temperature was dropping though, and had they timed it differently, with more rain in the forecast tomorrow, they might not have been so happy in a few hours. It was 31˚ when Brandon drove their car out of the muddy ruts… and windy. Snow is not unlikely up there. They did make it another mile past the guy from the other day…
After driving their little car out of the ruts, Brandon continued driving them down the mountain as they’d slipped and slid their entire way up to here. He checked their GPS and it was telling them that Devil’s Tower was on this side of Casper. Casper is in central Wyoming and Devil’s Tower is on the eastern border next to South Dakota. I remember telling the older gentleman he still had half a state to travel, and he was shocked. We began to wonder if someone messed up and thought Hell’s Half Acre and Devil’s Tower were the same??? Something lost in translation perhaps??? This was a brand new Tomtom GPS.
We stopped at the foot of the mountain to collect Brandon, and I gave a little speech. “Put your GPS away. Get a paper map. If the GPS tells you to go on a dirt road, don’t do it. Get some warm clothes. (They assured me they were warm, they had multiple layers of little thin shirts on and those thin capris. Do they look warm?) Stay SAFE.”
I shook my head. If I was a conspiracy theorist, I’d make up a story about how we are becoming so programmed to do what we are told, without questioning, without thinking for ourselves, that we can be easily made to Just Follow Orders. Sometimes, it doesn’t sound like there is too much fiction in that story.
This is NOT unusual, people… we and our neighbors help these lost souls ALL THE TIME. I’m surprised GPS companies aren’t being sued. That this hasn’t created more tragedies. That at the very least if someone gets charged for trespassing or reckless endangerment, that GPS isn’t listed as one of the parties in the lawsuit.
Please, if you or someone you know is headed out west this summer, give them a MAP.Find me here!
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Yes, use a map as a back-up at least, for heaven’s sake!! I never trust that gal on the GPS and always use the map to make sure where we are going. And she is always “recalculating”. Grrrrr! 😉
This was a great post I laughed out loud when I saw the picture! Those girls are SO lucky it wasn’t colder (the snow is coming down as I type this) and that you were able to help them. At least they got lost in friendly Wyoming. Good point about how we tend to blindly follow some of those tech toys…something I will remember (guilty as charged)!
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Dang, should’ve used GPS for my meanderings in Wyoming, specifically when headed East from Worland. I could have gotten stuck and then been saved by the Greet family, ha! Wait. No GPS back then. OMG, not even a Brandon! (Ouch…)
GPS can do you wrong in the city too. We were in Chicago for Tori’s graduation, and driving south on I-94…when the GPS told us to make a u-turn RIGHT HERE. We didn’t…
Hmm…I am beginning to think you have groupies disguised as lost tourist!
Forget a gps. Use common sense. We are a bit short on that. Lark is extremely close to puppy arrival. Kris is on call as the head nurse. tee hee
Did x-country last June, NJ to SF and back using Google maps with paper backup. Did mostly blue routes and back roads including Wyoming without problems. Didn’t get near Ten Sleep and didn’t figure you wanted us “just dropping by.” Trick is not to just use the turn by turn directions but actually look at and understand the route (and have a wife that’s a great navigator.)
Beautiful picture from on the mountain though. 🙂
I have a good GPS story for you. Two summers ago we were on the Alaskan Ferry that docked in Whittier, AK early in the AM. (still dark) Several military people were riding as they were being transferred to the joint Army/Air Force base near Ankorage. One airman plugged in his GPS and it told him to turn right when he drove off the ferry. YEP! He drove off the ferry, and turned right and the road took him down the ramp to dock private fishing boats! Down he went…glug, glug…… He was lucky, people saw him and dove in the icy water with a hammer to break a window and get him out. His two dogs were lucky and also got out, but his cat in a carrier wasn’t so lucky! I can’t help but think his military career has taught him to not question anything, just do as you are told!!!