For school today, Mom decided to go to Pisgah National Park with a group of our friends. Eager and excited, the Kyker family (minus one dad) hurriedly got in the car, buckled in their seat belts, and pulled up a GPS. After entering in "Pisgah National Forest," we drove out of our driveway and onto the road ahead. As we picked up speed, the arrival time in the corner was dropping lower and lower. Which was a good thing to because we were already a going to be a few minutes late. Slowly the car began a thirty minute spiral up the mountain slope that lead to our destination.

   Throughout the entire ride along the those mountain tops, Mom was continuing to declare how beautiful the trees were. And I have to agree with her, the view was amazing! Golden, vibrant red, and orange trees dotted the surface of the mountain sides.

   Within the next few minutes, Google Maps was telling us that we would arrive at our destination in five minutes. When we rolled passed the destination point we realized that we were lost. Our "destination" was just another pull off point where you could take a picture or two of the mountains. That was when Mom remembered that she had typed in Pisgah National Forest in stead of Pisgah National Park. At least we weren't really lost. Mom knew that if we kept driving on the Blue Ridge Parkway then we would eventually end up in a spot where we could get home. 

  As we drove through the mountains, a mixture of fog and mist started wrapping itself around are car. Soon it got so bad that we couldn't see at all in front of the car. About two hours later, we am-merged out at the end of the Blue Ridge Parkway. But that didn't mean our adventure was over. As we passed through a Cherokee Indian town, Mom realized we were really lost with only 20% left of battery on her phone. What's more once we left the town there wasn't any cell service. On the little connection we got and the little battery left, we managed to get relativity close to Greenville before the battery died. Once Mom knew where we were it was only a matter of time before we drove up our driveway and into the comfort of our home. Even though we didn't make the Field Trip, we did get the privilege to drive for six hours straight without ever finding out why God had us do it.