Doh
Bow before my great skills of non-directional imperceptivness. Last night I got lost in Boston for 45 minutes, all because I took the Pike East from Cambridge instead of West. I thought it would be a simple matter of getting off the next exit, but managed to find two blocked entrances, and go though 3 wrong tolls. I have always had good direction sense when I'm lost, but this was a new level of incompetence. I hope this isn't some sort of omen for my further adventures in Boston when I get up there in about a month.