Lost on the farm at the Hawaii Youth Correctional Facility

I visited the Hawaii Youth Correctional Facility this past Saturday where some of my friends were helping to plant huli for growing kalo leaves. I didn't have directions but thought I'd figure out where the farm was once I got there. There must be a rule about not trying to figure out where you're going once you're in a lock down facility that's full of dangerous people. Turned out I took the wrong fork in the road and ended up at a dead end with lots of derelict buildings. I enjoyed taking photos for awhile and then decided to go back to the fork in the road where I'd taken a wrong turn. Only thing was, when I started back I ran into a locked gate that had been unlocked when I first drove through. Great, feels like the beginning of a Hollywood horror movie. Well, at least I had a cell phone. Thirty years ago I would have been in a real pickle. So I called the HYCF office, but all I could get was a woman's voice telling me she was sorry she couldn't take my call because all the offices were closed and I would need to leave my name and number so they could get back to me on Monday. There were plenty of other cars parked around some of the buildings where I was at so I started trying to get in but all of the doors were locked. Guess I shouldn't have been surprised since I was at a lock down facility and that's kind of the definition of "lock down." I saw a couple of open windows and stood underneath yelling, "Hello! Hello!" Didn't get a response. I decided it wouldn't be too smart if I started wandering around a lock down facility for troubled youth, so I got on my cell phone again. Finally found an emergency number, rustled up someone who could open the gate and made my escape. I swore I wouldn't tell anyone what had happened since what I had done seemed pretty stupid, but here I am telling all of you about it. Anyway, I finally got out and arrived at the farm just in time for lunch and just in time to miss most of the work.