Couple of OOPS

Settled into a St. Park about 1/2 hr southeast of the city on Thursday afternoon and departed a couple hours later to meet friends Carol and Maeve. Having come the scenic route from Mississippi, we were even more dependent than usual on "Samantha" to bring us to the address. OOPS. Turns out the straightest line route she favors involved not one,but two ferries. Took the 1st one in our stride,having encountered an unexpected ferry ride last year in Florida,but were pretty flummoxed to find ourselves at the 2nd-CLOSED-terminal. Solution:head toward that big bridge to ? that you see to the right, and let her recalculate herself ad nauseum. Lesson: GPS is not to be relied on in big cities. Did get a nice shot of the GPS showing the car floating in the Mississippi though. And Gordon was pretty freaked out to feel the car move sideways.
      After dinner and drinks we headed back,going about 4 extra exits east on the highway just to stay away from the remotest possibility of being sent to a ferry. The rain,which had held off in favor of gloomy rawness began in earnest as we entered the campground. These parks close their gates in the nights, and most of them have a keypad thingy...this one had 2 padlocks.20 soaking minutes later,having tried every dyslexic forwards backwards sideways version of 0211 possible,we abandoned the truck at the gate and slogged in to the campground. Here's Mark's conversation with the ranger the next morning:
     Mark: Hey you gave us the wrong combination!
     Ranger: Are YOU the one who cut the chain??
    Mark: Would I have left my truck here and walked 1/2 mile in the pouring rain if I was the one to cut the chain? And then come here to confess?
   Ranger: Sometimes they jam.
Lesson: How much are those bolt cutter thingies?