what we hoped to see
We did a quick calculation: if we turned around and backtracked to where we thought we probably should have turned off the unlighted road to a lesser unlighted road, assuming that that even was the correct unlighted road, it might take us to the restaurant, but by then the place might be closed or if still open would probably have given our table away. Not an enticing prospect.
Another quote from the Sage: When you come to a fork in the road, take it.
With no better idea, we turned around and headed back east. We discarded (I discarded) a number of possibilities. The pizza place closes early on Sunday out of season. I won't even set foot in Himself's favorite rib & wing place because the one time I did, I'd just had my hair colored and when we left I had to go right home and wash the atmospheric grease out of everything I was wearing and my newly colored hair. Himself swears they've since installed a fan, but I'm not willing to take the chance. Our little Mexican shack on the highway was sold last year and the new owners didn't last long. No food there. On and on like that, and then we remembered that a Beloved Local Institution usually stays open weekends until after Halloween. I convinced Himself that we should call and make sure, and yes, they were open, and yes, there would be a table, and yes, there would be Sunday Gravy
We ate. I stepped out into the street a couple of times to wave my iPhone at the sky and check on the moon. Still no activity. We settled up and went home.
I checked on the moon regularly from our back deck - our little street has too many overhanging trees to get a good look in the front. At about 9.20 the moon developed a rough edge. A little later there was a reddish tinge to the rough edge.
At about 9:45 I was asleep.
We should have listened to Yogi in the first place, that's all I have to say.