When we finally got something to eat, we headed out to go to our inn. Carla told us that it was about 45 minutes from where we were, so we figured that it shouldn't be too long. Yes, well, Carla was measuring the miles and assuming we would be going 60 miles an hour. You can't go 60 miles an hour on one lane winding roads in the middle of the mountains! We saw a lot of farmland, wildlife ("BIRD! BIRD! BIRD!" says Caleb), and rundown trailers. Several times, Matt contemplated throwing Carla out the window. It was seriously the kind of area where you half expect a mad man to jump out in front of your car and kill you all, but no one would find you for several weeks until the next trucker comes through with his load of lumber!
When we FINALLY got to the Bavarian Manor 3 1/2 hours later, the owner told us that there was a much simpler and more direct route that truly took only 45 minutes. Thanks a lot, Carla! She did redeem herself later on in the trip, so Matt decided to keep her. Otherwise, he might have given her to the stoner we met in Woodstock. (More on that later!!)