Sick-balls > GPS

I actually made it to Campcon this year.  Kanis, Okk and I all went down
together using Kanis' mother's van.  Kanis had his GPS set for Campcon and
things were going well.  We made it into Indiana with no problems.  Once there
things did not go as smoothly.

I am not sure what highway, or possibly even road, it was but a section of it
went across a corn field that was flooded.  The flooding was so bad that the
water was over the road in several places.  In the distance we saw some kind
of SUV that traveled through the water without to much trouble,  I advised
Kanis to find another route, he decided to ignore me and go through.

There were two sections of the road covered with water, separated by about 100
feet of dry pavement,  We made it through the first part without any trouble. 
I thought 'ok, maybe I am being a pussy'.  We got part way into the second
section of water and i could hear the water pounding on the van door and see
spray on the window.  The van shook and you could feel it start to move
sideways.  Suddenly, the air stopped blowing cold and started blowing hot and
smelled of river.  The water had reached part of the engine.  Kanis will deny
that the van moved, but i recall him adjusting the steering wheel to the left
to keep us on the road.  Kanis gave it more gas and we made it out.  

After the Fording of Much Swearing we had no trouble for about 30 minutes.  We
traveled along some twisty back roads and the GPS gave instructions to take a
right.  The only option for a right was a section of grass with two tracks of
gravel for car tires.  After about 50 feet there was a log over the 'road'. 
It was small, fit just across the 'road' and looked to have been cut by a
chainsaw.  I mentioned to Kanis that the log looked like it was there on
purpose, but he ignored me and got out to move the log.  He had no trouble
moving the log and no one came out of the nearby house to shout at us.  

However, there was a snapping turtle sitting on one of the gravel tracks by
the road.  Kanis went to grab it by the side of it's shell and move it aside. 
The turtle opened it's mouth in warning and turned with him.  Not wanting to
lose a finger trying to pick it up Kanis grabbed a nearby stick and tried to
push the turtle aside.  The first attempt ended up with Kanis holding a
shorter stick.  He readjusted and managed to flip the turtle off into the
grass on the side of the road.  Kanis flipped the turtle again so that it was
right side up and got back into the van and we were off.

We traveled about 1/4 mile on the gravel tracks.  They led into woods, had
several sharp turns and ended at a locked gate.  It turns out that the turtle
was not just annoyed at being moved, he had been trying to warn us off from
going down a dead end.  While I was not that impressed so far with Kanis'
decisions on the trip, I was impressed by his ability to back up a minivan. 
He is damn good at that.

After some more searching, swearing at the GPS and a call to Don Gondor for
directions we made it to Campcon.  Only an hour and a half late!