"Dangerous: Unmaintained Road."
"Use at your own risk."
"It's a short cut."
"We're trusting the GPS?!?"
(In the past, the GPS had been known to lead us slightly astray. I particularly enjoyed a winter's trip to pick Rissa up from a sleepover after a heavy snowfall. Following our trusty GPS, I noticed the road getting narrower and narrower and, as I drove up a one-lane road, praying to reach the top of a hill, I suddenly realized that the emergency kit was not in the car, nor did I have proper winter boots on, nor did I have a cell phone... and the sun was setting.)
"No worries," says David as we hit another bump. "It's all good."
We are parallel-ish to the 401. We'd veered off the 401 because it'd taken us an hour to go 17 km from Belleville to Trenton. This detour was saving us from an evening of highway entrapment.
Rissa doesn't like bumpy roads at the best of times. Me? A good windy, gravelly road is the next best thing to a roller coaster.
"We're all going to die," wails Rissa from the back seat. "We're aaaaaaaaalllll going to die!!"
"Wheeeeeeeeee!!!" I say, hands up in the air.
"Sit in the middle seat and look at the road," suggests David.
"What road?!? There is no road!"
"It's an adventure!!!"
"I will have trauma after this ride!"
"You will have a story to tell!!"
"I will have a story to tell... of my TRAUMA!!!"
"Guys! Guys!!! I recognize this road! I recognize this road!!!" We take the bridge back over the 401. Kilometres of red tail-lights illuminate the night sky.
"See? Success! We would have been stuck in this! Victorious!! We are VICTORIOUS!!!" I then sing a little of the Adventureland Theme Song.
"Yay...." says Rissa weakly from the backseat.