I have some dear friends who live in Springfield, Virginia, and I’ve gotta give it to them for finding their way home every night. I swear, if we’re not going to Costco (for us) or Felix and Oscar’s (for Lucy), we’re lost. On this trip, we were on our way to Manassas to pick up a $10 bike, but quickly realized—thanks to an unfortunate brew of 395 South and the Saturday after Thanksgiving—that we wouldn’t make it before the guy left at 5 pm, so, we exited at Springfield, expecting easy access to Backlick Rd. and a quick trip home. However…one wrong turn and here we were…a place I can best describe as the badlands of Springfield. Flat, desolate and industrial, but with a ribbon of sunset for a heart and one that let us find our way home.

The end. And hopefully, not to be continued.