Home or Mordor?

It was as though the world had turned upside down and the top of my car was pointing toward the ground. Below...errr... above me was a muddied stretch of landscape broken by a bright blue river weaving crookedly but nevertheless clearly differentiating north from south.  The "river" ran from western to eastern horizon. To the south more of the muddied landscape disappeared into an early evening haze.

I was almost hesitant to continue on, reluctant to cross to the far side of the inviting blue. I felt a little like Frodo standing at the edge of The Shire and looking off toward Mordor.  Still, to the south was home, so I ventured on.