Have you ever been so lost that the sweet lady inside your GPS goes eerily silent? And no matter how far you zoom out on the display, there are only unmarked roads?

While camping over Easter weekend at Fort Griffin, Hubs decided that we needed to take the off-road tour.

With only a quarter-tank of gas.

We spent hours on dirt roads in search of a stone marking Daws Crossing near the historical Camp Cooper. A remote area, once home to the Penateka Comanche village, on the banks of the Clear fork of the Brazos River, where Robert E. Lee and Chief Catumseh signed a peace treaty.

Resigned that the map was written by a crazy person, I was surprised to see the granite marker standing among the weeds and cacti as we took yet another turn in the winding road. The silent messenger stood guard over a now-abandoned piece of earth, once traveled by U.S. soldiers, Comanche Indians, and cattle traversing the Western Cattle Trail.

Using the rivers as guides, the men and women of history took much different paths than we use today in our air-conditioned vehicles. Their worn trails now lay mostly unnoticed except to the lone coyote or passing hawk.

Or the giant blue conversion van, covered in red dirt, with five loud Texans hanging out of the windows yelling, “We found it!”

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