We head out for ice cream, as we often do ...so nothing new there, but this time we decide to try a new place we'd heard about.   We'd not been there before, but we heard it was real good, and not too far away.  I memorize the directions, so no need to write them down.  I guess that goes hand-in-hand with not needing to know that I make a wrong turn ...and not needing to decide how far I will actually be willing to go before I concede that I possibly made a wrong turn.   Having romantically said that I would have climbed the highest mountain, swam the deepest ocean ...you get the idea; you've all heard that before.  Well, she was enduring the 'longest', without any word of complaint ...but everyone has their limit.  Though some of us really test those limits, and as men are known to do, or known 'not' to do ...as in 'not' asking for directions, nor admitting I was lost.   So one wrong turn led to another ...and soon as we knew it (or didn't know it), we had traveled halfway around Lake Superior.