Is this the way to ...

It started as a sedate Sunday stroll but, getting into stride, lengthened itself into a route march ... into unfamilar territory. We were now miles from home ... a teeny bit lost ... when the path forked. Left ... or right?
Ah, a smiling local for directions ....
'Is this the way to ...'
'Amarillo? ... left!'
Thank you, Peter!
And so we were home right quick ... whistling merrily.