Four years ago we had a most wonderful day on a drive into the hills north of Marbella to the stunning small city of Ronda.

Driving winding coast mountains is something most of us have done in numerous locations and it's always thrilling to the eyes.

Since we decided to make this year's trip different, we added the small town of Setenil de las Bodegas to start the itinerary.

Up Route A397 we roared in our feisty Ford Puma. We easily made it up to the southern outskirts of Ronda, where Google Maps sent us eastward to avoid city (haha!) traffic and then northward in the direction of Setenil.

We traveled this eastern road about 8 kilometers looking for a promised turn to the north. But the demanded left was to a dirt road so tiny that I drove by. I went back to it following GM (Google Maps). I regretted the move immediately and kept bouncing along in the rental car for 15 minutes, for maybe four-tenths of a mile.

What I saw next made me think Benjamin Linus had turned the Frozen Donkey Wheel.

There was a small railroad track to cross, then the road turned to concrete and went down at a 40-degree angle and turned right so sharply it couldn't be seen.

I'd had enough. I gingerly turned the Puma around, plowed through the puddles and dirt moguls back to civilization.

I didn't need GM to get to Ronda.

Once there we walked through the narrow streets, made our way to the bridge that spans the enormous ravine that defines the city and took lots of pictures. We had an amazing lunch at Tropicana, a restaurant Bonnie uncovered. We were headed for the parking garage when we got sidetracked by meeting a Cincinnati Reds fans and a beautiful view of the ravine we'd never seen.

Soon we were lost again.

But this is no rube navigating for Bonnie. This is a GM-trained perfectionist who had dropped in pin on a map when we left the garage. I asked Siri for walking directions. It gave me The Sideways World from Lost's Season 6.

GM mapped out a 43-minute walk that featured crossing the rope bridge from The Man Who Would Be King, which was not built in Ronda.

I was confident if we headed up the hill to our right we'd come to the city center. Bonnie, understandably, wasn't so confident in me probably because 15 years later, I'm still obsessed with the Frozen Donkey Wheel.

Luckily, a school was letting out where we stood and a lovely teacher named Maria tried to come to our rescue. But the GM map befuddled her and another teacher.

Then I remember I'd typed the name of the Plaza, where the car was parked, in my Notes App. I showed it to Maria, who immediately said, "oh, it right up that hill," pointing to where I had guessed and added, "I'm going to lunch there right now. I walk with you."

We found the car. Found our way down the mountains. It was a happy ending. A better ending, I must say, than the last episode of Lost.

I've posted pictures of this day and a screenshot of the Google Maps of the dirt road to nowhere. Please enjoy.

This post is dedicated to Carlee, Andrew, Frank, Carol, Billy and all those who remember Hurley.