An adventure through the sticks of Indiana

So Saturday was our IUSTV executive retreat at Waycross Christian Camp located in (or you could say around) Morgantown, IN. It all started at the IUSTV offices. We had to meet at 10am on a Sat which I was still exhausted from taping Multivisions and attending a Formal the day before. I arrive with Jenny around 10am, and sure enough am not the last ones there. In fact, Anthony was late along with Kyle, but not as late as Kaylyn's 30 min delay. So we all split up, and I chose to ride in Kyle's car along with Brian. And then the journey begins...

As we leave Bloomington, we glance at the directions and Kyle says he knows where we are going. The first direction is to get on 45. Brian suggests we take 10th St. but Kyle takes 3rd. No biggie, or so we thought. As we drive and tell old stories in the car, Jenny calls to make sure we are on track. This is when we realize we are headed off course. We stare at the shitty map with no street names and have an idea where we are. Kyle suggests we just take 46 til it loops around, then head down to Waycross. This seems like a good idea at the time.

Now we are heading through Nashville, approximately 15 miles out of the way. We start heading north to Morgantown, where the camps address is supposedly located. As we drive through the small town, we decide to take the first big highway (and the first light we've seen since Nashville) and head west towards the camp. This miserably leads us to Painted Hills, which is located just east of Martinsville, way the hell outta the way. We then decide to stop at the biggest (and scariest) church Ive seen. (Un)Fortunately the doors are locked. We decide to head back to the town of Morgantown...

As we pull back into town, we stop at cafe to ask for directions. Of course, there is a sign out front reading "Closed for Memorial". Just our luck. I get a call saying the guys are begining to eat lunch and I am now pissed. As Brian and I wait outside the car, Kyle runs into a tiny gift shop. There, Kyle got very vague directions, and to help further our adventure, he pointed in the direction we needed to head. The only prob was this guy only had 3 fingers. God knows which finger we were to follow. As a confused Kyle walks out and explains us he got nothing, I decide to take things into my own hands and go to a place all answers can be told; a local bar. As I entered the smoke filled space, I notice an akward looking couple eating at the bar, and the other side loaded with a bunch of "locals" eating lunch and drinking Budweiser at 11am. I ask the waitress if she knows how to get to Waycross and immediatly the guy next to me yells out "my mother used to work there!" Excited, I ask him for directions. He turns to his buddies and they all argue/discuss the quickest way to the camp. While I am waiting, I notice they have $2 beers... ironically enough, Kyle entered the bar as soon as I see this sign from god. He makes sure I am n ot drinking, and then the waitress asks if we want a pepsi to go. I then respond with, can I have a bud to go? A disgusted eye roll was all I got back. The local "boys" finally come to a decision. The guy then takes a notepad and starts drawing a map, with no street names of course. I grab the pad and ask him to describe the directions as I write them down. They consist of: go to the light, take that road til it goes over the big hill, turn left, then turn right at the T, then vear off to the left when the road Y's. There will be signs. As detailed as these directions were, they were wrong. Basically, we got into the woods, then took every road and backtracked til we thought we were going the right way. At one point, we drive by a house and a church with many cars outside. The guys nominate me to go ask for directions. I knock at the house, no answer. Then I go to the church, knock and peak inside. I was staring at what looked to be a church from the 1800's. We then quickly left. We drove around some more, only to find some dirt/gravel covered roads. We take a few more Y turns and finally we see somewhat walking their dogs whom didnt look like they were going to jump us and "make us squeel like pigs".

We ask the nice lady how to get there and she tells us. Take this to Richards Rd and take a left. THe only thing was, she pointed to the right. So we are like WTF! We follow her directions, only to end up back to the creepy chruch. We turn around on the dirt road and go the opposite way. The woods are begining to break up and we see power cables. In fact, one power cable is hanging so low I couldve reached out the sunroof and touched it. We FINALLY see signs for Waycross. After driving through the backwoods of Indiana past Cattle x-ing signs, and looking for a bridge that didnt have any water underneath it (one of Kaylyn's wonderful directions) we got to waycross, only to realize we didnt know which cars were Nate's and Kaylyn's. We go to the entrance that looks like it is where they are. Its locked. Fortunatly Kasey comes and gets us.

We enjoy our lunch and discuss our topics. We get done on time and leave. This time, it's me Kyle and Anthony. Of course, Anthony doesnt know how to get back and we are in the lead. We go until we find a road to turn on and take it. The car behind us follows. We are relieved. Then Kaylyn goes the other way. We are freaked out. Thankfully it was correct and took us to 45. And that was my Saturday, how was yours???