Mynd you, I missed water only because you didn’t send me very far east; I live 1 mile west of the Chesapeake Bay.
1 block east: so far, so good. I’m in the cul-de-sac at the end of my street.
1/2 mile south: through someone’s yard, followed by serious woods, some alleged wetlands, a small stream, and another yard. The woods are impassable, even for 4-wheelers; they’re even a challenge on foot. (And as a hiker, I’m no wuss.) Too bad a motorcycle with 4-wheel drive is an oxymoron; that’s what I need here!
After that, I’d be back on a road, though - and with minor adjustments to mileage and direction (e.g. 4.5 miles instead of 5; NNE instead of N), I can pretty much stay on roads the rest of the way. I think I wind up in Crofton.
Oooo, the ravine there doesn’t look so good, I’m really glad I installed that battery of rockets on my Chevy to help with just such a jump… [Rev, rev, rev… whooooooooosh!] yeeee haw! That was fun! I’m really sorry about the roofs of those condos tho.
5 miles west, check.
Hmmm, unfortunate no roads run north just here. Luckily it’s mostly residential. Darn shame all these people thought it so important to fence in their yards [bang! crash! crumple!]. Well, that’ll learn 'em! … Oh no. That’s a hospital [meep! meep!] “Out of the way! I’m fighting ignorance here… or something!” Wow! Look at that guy in the wheelchair move… I bet he’s faking it for the insurance money!
6 miles west, OK. Huh, I would’ve thought the cops would be onto me by now. Perhaps some serious donut felonies require their attention on the other side of town.
North, good… Hey, this golf course is actually a pretty pleasant drive. Eat my dust, golf carts!! Heh heh heh. [squish, squish, splruk!] Ewwww… how am I ever gonna wash all that mud off?? Ahhhh, I better just get out and walk from here. [squish, squish, squish…]. Hmmm… well, now the Bay is a formidable barrier, guess I better start swimming. [splash!]
Ok, well, now I’m in the middle of this salt evaporator pond. Do I win anything? Hello? Anyone out here? Dang, I’m too tired to walk back. [plop!]
Wisely choosing my amphibious car after seeing the sad fates of previous posters, I am now bobbing gently in the ocean about 10 miles off the La Jolla coast, give or take a block. Those are just leopard sharks. I think.
I’m not far east of Niggle, but maybe far enough to end up on a mountain instead of in the ocean. I’d certainly spend some time in the river and crossing salt water on the way, though.
I’ll have to dig out a map tonight and trace the route.
I can see I-287, but I’m probably in a field or maybe even someone’s house. Hanging off my car is corn, branches from various trees, a Rutgers bookbag or two, a few chainlink fences and fish are flopping around inside.
Hehe. I think if I tried it from my apartment I’d end up circling in another one right up the road once I got to the southern turn… just would never make it back out…
Go by the map… hmmm… would end up somewhere near the mall… now that’s not such a bad place
-Lsura
I grew up in Crofton. There’s worse places you could be.
If I follow Homer to work, I end up in Loch Raven Reservoir. If I follow Niggle, I’m stuck somewhere in the Severn Run Environmental Area. Either one’s better than my office.
Well, I’ve torn up a few backyards doing this, but it appears I might be in the field surrounding the house of one of our more colorful MI Militia guys. I hope he’s at his hearing for a recent police chase, because otherwise I am damned sure he’s loading the shotgun as I type…
Vandal: I’m a country boy who drives into the city to work.
Lesse, Niggle…
Four blocks west puts me at the beginning of the Fox’s driveway.
Three blocks north puts me a ways down their driveway. Oddly, I traverse a bridge the same time you do, and continue up their driveway more with the remaining three blocks.
Seven blocks east, again, oddly, takes me still further down their drive, as it turns east to go around the hugeamous outcrop.
And two more blocks north leaves me right at their garage.
OK. I’m gonna assume that we’re 1) using Montreal directions (“Montreal is the only city in the world where the sun sets in the north”), 2) using streets, and 3) starting at the nearest intersection.
One block east. I’m now at the corner of Rachel and Hôtel-de-Ville.
800 metres south. I’m now at the corner of Sherbrooke and Hôtel-de-Ville.
8 km west. I’m now at the corner of Sherbrooke and Monkland.
6,4 km north. Hm… Assume I follow the most northwardly-possible path rather than going straight north. That puts me at the Decarie Circle.
9,6 km west. That puts me at the Dorval Interchange just outside the airport.
24 km north. Applying the same rule as 4) above, after a long twisty route that takes me across the whole width of Montreal and Laval, I end up at the interchange of Autoroutes 13 and 344.
2 blocks east: corner of Chemin de la Grande Cote and Terrasse Robert.
Destination: somewhere in a farmer’s field in Boisbriand. Now why the hell would I want to be there?
1 block east
OK, I’m on the road that leads to my office.
1/2 mile south
Going the wrong way.
5 miles west
Turning right, through the Blockbuster Video. Supply cargo of videos to shoppers in the deli section of Kroger in passing…
4 miles north
Some evasive action as I drive through the bottom floor of the police station…
6 miles west
Hey! I’m on a street! How did that happen?!
15 miles north
So much for the street…cutting through apartment complexes…use the diving board to launch across the pool in the one I used to live in…barbed wire!..whoa! <dodging horses>…this is getting interesting…yike! 20 foot dropoff…splash…now I’m grateful for that drought…rolling through pasture now…
2 blocks east
Hey, a cowpath!
2 blocks north
Well I’ll be dipped. This is the ranch we had our last LARP at. Fortunately, they’re used to me driving across their land.
Positively uncanny. Can someone help me pry my fingers off the wheel now?
