Poor Betsy

We were leaving the park and had to find the I-75.  Once we were on the I-75, it was straight driving to the Canadian border.  But we had to find the I-75 first.  Barb was driving and I had programmed our GPS.  It was calculating and calculating.  It was taking forever and Barb was driving along.  Then it finally gave me a message saying that it couldn't calculate the directions because the trip was too far.  We were panicking.  Just then I looked up and saw a sign telling us to turn to get to the I-75.  Barb had to cut over two or three lanes and turn left but she did it and we drove for a while and found the I-75 and were on our way.