Last night after a frenzied mad rush 60 miles away in Williamsport, my friend Melanie and I barely made it to our friend Heather's wedding. The ceremony had to be postponed a half hour while we frantically tried finding this elusive "historic mansion."
Imagine the frustration of Google maps failing, stopping in a store to be told "never heard of it," stopping at a church where the minister's wife shrugged her shoulders, and finally calling for directions only to be told "turn left at the top of the hill onto a dirt road." WHAT HILL?
Luckily we made it, and the ceremony was lovely.