It happened again.

Remember a few weeks ago when my ancient GPS took me to a ferry station?

Well yesterday it took me to the end of the universe.  Otherwise known as a dead end.  Only it didn't think it was a dead end.  It thought it was a highway.

So you can imagine my surprise when, going around 50 mph, I am stopped dead in my tracks by red caution signs and an abrupt lack of pavement.

Maybe I need to start taking up donations or something.  Somehow I just can't convince myself it's worth it to spend almost $200 on a new GPS disk.  But after a close call with an accidental ferry ride and near collision with a very dead end, I'm becoming a little more open-minded. 

If she tries to take me somewhere via air travel anytime soon, her reign as my virtual shepard will be in serious jeopardy.