So, we started out on Sunday, and took route 70 out of Maryland, through Pennsylvania, and into Ohio. Then we get a call from Chaya Rachel's dad, who tells us that he's found a hotel, and to get off the highway at exit 71. There was just one problem though: there was no exit 71 on route 70! After several more calls and much poring over the map of Ohio at a nearby rest stop, we finally determined that they were near Toledo, about 200 miles away from route 70. Now, if we had been smart, we would have told them that we would find a hotel ourselves. But we didn't. Instead, we put the address of the hotel where her dad and brother were into my GPS, Samantha, and drove up there. It took around three hours, it was almost all on back roads, and by the time we got there, it was around 1:30 AM. We went through sixteen railroad crossings, two skunk smells, and one rotten egg smell. By the time we got to the hotel, we were both really cranky and exhausted. And they thought that WE were the ones who had gotten lost, and continued to think that until we got back to route 70 and it became very clear that the road that they had been on the day before was not route 70. Being right feels good...
Edit: I spoke to someone who travels through this region fairly regularly, and we determined that this was how the guys got lost.
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