Finding Direction

When I was riding my bike on a back country road the other day, I pulled over to take a swig from my water bottle and two confused-looking elderly women stopped next to me in their car.  It seemed fairly obvious by their expressions that they were lost — and when I asked, they confessed that indeed they were. They were considerably off track from where they wanted to be and were grateful to have my help — accompanied by enough pointing and arm motion to arouse envy in a professional mime. After they took off, I thought about how long it’s been since anyone has asked me for directions — or for that matter, how long since I’ve done that.  Most of us have phones with a GPS and we don’t think twice about punching in an address and following the voice directions or a map to get there.  I had a lovely chat with these women — maybe I’ll forego Siri and go for a human travel connection more often.