I was on Highway 50 in Colorado at the front of a pack of cars and I should have figured something was wrong when they all turned right at a traffic light and I kept going. “What do they know?” I thought and continued – now in the wrong direction. But it was a beautiful road, the weather was getting cooler and I was riding through mountain passes, gorges, could see snowy peaks in the distance and had a river running alongside me.
So I came to the town of Ouray and I still didn’t know I was on the wrong road but I was thirsty and Big Red virtually came to a stop in the road. I looked to my right and understood why Big Red had stopped. We were outside O’Brien’s Irish Pub. It reminded me of the scene in the movie The Quiet Man where Michaleen Oge Flynn’s horse instinctively stops right outside Cohan’s Pub. So I parked Big Red and looked around. Across the street was a microbrewery. The name alone was enough: The Mr. Grumpy Pants Brewing Company. So I went across the street and got a nice blond beer. When I sat down on the porch and checked my phone I realized I was in the wrong town. But it felt so much like the right town!
So I booked a room about two blocks away and walked across the street to O’Brien’s Pub and watched the USA – Argentina game. A disappointing loss but a great Guinness beef stew and a Mexican Logger Beer.
Sometimes getting lost is the best thing that can happen to you.