I remember having almost a story like that when driving to/in (?) Yosemite National Park in 1995. We got lost somewhere along the way and found ourselfs in increasingly dark and snow covered roads, winding our way up into the mountains (early spring time after sun set). The last road sign had passed a long time ago and we had wound around more bends in the road then I care to remember. I don't remember which one of us called "this is not good" first but we turned around and drove back to where we felt secure again. That time we got it right and arrived at the Yosemite camping ground at 1:30 am.

I always regarded that move as one of the smartest things we ever did.

We quickly put up our tent near some other tents and went into the sack to get warm and get some sleep, only to be woken at 7:15 am by an angry park ranger with a crew cut and his hat shoved over his eyes.

Point of this last phrase, sharing body warmth works and the release of having "made it" is enough to even mellow out dear old Wouter under an early morning cross examination by an "law and order" type of guy for not registering our tent with the warden at 01:30 the previous night !

Smart girlfriend I had back then. First thing she said to me when we ordered to step out of our tent was :"You shut up, and let me handle this." I don't think I had said anything yet.

Wouter