The first Christmas break of my college career, my high school friends and I decided to go snow skiing. Our excited troupe from Florida loaded up in four cars and headed north towards the North Carolina mountains. After stopping for gas at an exit in Georgia, one of the members of our group turned onto I-95 South while the rest of us took the Northbound exit. Since this was before cell phones, the other three cars pulled off to the side of the road to determine what to do. We finally decided to proceed onward towards our destination, confident our friend would figure out his mistake and that his intelligent teen passengers could help him find their way north, eventually. |