I had to run some stuff out to husband earlier. The directions he gave me sounded a lot like that. "Take 35 until you get to (can't remember), don't turn left, turn right on (?), left on (?), left on (?) the house has a white picket fence, you can't miss it."
Ah-hah.
Googled the address and took THAT with me.
Took 35. Turned LEFT. Turned RIGHT. Drove. And drove. And drove. Turned AROUND after I called husband and got voicemail - called difficult child 1 and got voicemail. Drove back to last turn. Turned around again. FINALLY difficult child 1 calls back. "You just turned the wrong way - I saw you!" How nice. I get there - she has run out to road to flag me down. Picket fence is the size of an ant farm, husband's trailer is BEHIND the house. No address on the house or mailbox. Then I find out it's not 1300, it's 300. Well, at least I was on the right road.
I hope you found it. Those directions were almost impossible. At least you had a phone number! LOL