Lost and Won Run

I set out this 45 degree morning with a plan for a 9 to 10 mile run, depending on how tired I got near the end. I'm still in maintenance mode, so the goal is enjoyment, not PRs.
I watched the water in a meandering creek dance along the slabs of rock at the bottom. Immediately my mood soared. Soon I reached the place where the road was cut into the rocks, the spot I photographed last week.
At one point I stopped as a lady guided a gentleman trying to back a U-Haul trailer. As she was on the back passenger corner, I thought someone on the other side might be of help. I waited a couple minutes, but they were fine so I ran on.
I ran down Augusta, on to Lambert and Donaghes and took a wrong turn. I backtracked. What appeared to be three generations were raking and cleaning up a lawn. Grampa hollered a "hi" as Dad and baby looked on. I asked for directions and he asked where I was headed. I'm on a 10-mile run, I said. I wasn't sure about giving him the whole route, but ultimately handed him the crumpled paper I'd been studying.
"I already finished my run," he said.
And with a big smile, he gave me directions. I ran up a steep hill to what appeared to be the end of the road, but didn't find the road. I ran down and up the hill again; and then I did so a second time, this time going all the way back to the guy's house (he'd gone inside by then). Just then I saw a "soccer mom" in a van, and asked for her directions. But this time I was smarter. "Past Springhill Road?"
"Yes."
I hadn't gone far enough. What I had thought was the end of the road wasn't. The guy had been right, but the road drops just past Springhill; and Springhill Road, houses and trees hid a road on the other side. Confident, however, that I was going the right way I slogged on. Only after I had crossed both lanes of Springhill did I see the road I sought.
There were no other missteps; just more hills. And mountains looming in the distance. I snapped the photo above from Shutterlee Mill Road. I thought about cropping it, but decided to leave the photo alone. Part of the mystique and allure of Shutterlee is seeing the mountains loom between houses and buildings, like an old friend popping in for a surprise visit. I walked more than I ran the last couple miles, but got my tired bones home and fed. And then I retraced my route, including the three-time run up that hill, on http://www.gmap-pedometer.com -- 11.25 miles.
That's a PR, the farthest I've ever run. It took 2:20:00, but then I did stop once because of the movers, twice for directions and once for a photo. Besides gaining a PR, I found a perfect route for my Half Marathon training runs; as I can just add or subtract a few laps around Gypsy Hill till I reach the long distance running goals for the day.
And now I've just come up with the name for a new kind of run: the Lost and Won Run!