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Not literally. But Dad’s printed directions ended at a place called “Scenic Overlook 7.” The road after it wasn’t on the page. It was just a beige slit in the red earth, disappearing into a haze of heat.

We weren’t supposed to get lost.

— Margot

“It’s a dirt road,” Dad argued. “We have a sedan.” blog amateur

The Summer the Map Ran Out of Ink Posted by: Margot | August 12th | Filed under: Growing Pains, Road Trips, Letting Go Not literally

So we went. The four of us: Dad, Mom, Sam (12, obsessed with pterodactyls), and me, sulking in the passenger seat with a copy of On the Road that I’d only read three pages of. obsessed with pterodactyls)