Riding on US12 in eastern Washington, a trucker pulled a biiiiigggggg u-turn and came to a stop in front of my daugther and I. He jumped out to the truck and walked back towards us with a slip of paper and asked "Do you know where the Dayton Wind Farm is?" I'd never been to Dayton or eastern Washington in my life! But with the maps I had, we were able to find his destination and sent him on his way.
I get asked for directions everywhere I go...I feel like a BLEEPing atlas!
