It was not immediately apparent that I had missed the turn I was looking for in the small town near Rhonda. What I now know, is that the road I had been following had come to an intersection and turned, not left, but nearly back on itself again in that direction. All I knew then is that the road I had been following had suddenly and dramatically shrunk. Instead of two lanes of traffic, there now seemed even less than one and I was now following an older woman down the street…