Six miles this way.

Today, I thought the most reckless thing I could do was drive across a bridge hovering over a very pregnant and angry river. Overflowing river banks are nothing compared to finding myself alone with nothing but hours of waiting to fill my time. I had no place to be until four so I turned right solely because a sign promised me that there would be a campground six miles down the road. I spend most days looking for signs. This one seemed honest enough. I never saw a campground.