The scenic route

Yesterday I spent an hour getting ready to attend the wedding of a friend from work.  I left the house 45 minutes before the start of the big event...after programming my GPS.  It was an outdoor location somewhere in the Black Hills.  I followed the directions precisely, taking each curve at the designated 35 mph.  When "Thomasine" announced I had reached my destination, I turned into a gravel driveway thinking there must be some sort of venue up the hill behind the barn.  Not the case, however.  I quickly exited the small yard and headed back to the highway.  I kept driving without seeing anything that looked like a "destination".  I turned around and started back and again Thomasine reminded me when I had reached my destination.  So this time, I pulled onto the property across the road in spite of "destination is on the left".   It this was it, I was certainly the only one there.  Well, me and the horses.  Now I decided to dig out the invitation and follow those directions, which were no more helpful than Thomasine.  I breathed a sigh of relief when I approached a woman getting her mail (out in this uninhabited land).  She, however, had no idea where to find Copper Canyon Lodge, but suggested I keep driving for a few more miles.  Following her advice, I kept going into the Black Hills National Forest.  After 5 miles I turned around and retraced my route--no wedding balloons in sight.  I frantically texted a friend who was going to see if she had made it and HOW she got there.  No response.  So I tried again, without Thomasine's help.  I drove for what seemed like miles before seeing balloons at the entrance of a long drive.  Hopefully it doesn't matter that I was only there for the processional  (must have been a short ceremony)..I was only 25 mins late.  I offered my congratulations and talked for a bit.  When I started the car to return to town, the "low fuel" warning blinked at me.  Ahhhh, I have really never been a fan of weddings!