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I can't tell you how many times we've planned to take the detour
over the years, but we've always found an excuse not to. I know it is more
than a dozen, maybe even a score. After all, the Grand Canyon has been
in the same location for thousands of years, it isn't going to disappear
any time soon.
For me, vacation isn't about the journey-it is always the destination.
Instead of relishing the good time we had, my greatest satisfaction at
the end of every family trip is talking about what good time we made on
the trip and how many miles to the gallon the car got. Truth be told, that's
the reason we've never pulled over to see the Grand Canyon, Fort Courage
or even the large snake or the buffalos for that matter. But this year
was different. It wasn't that we weren't anxious to get home, or that any
of the other excuses we'd used over the years didn't apply, it was that
we were very aware that this might be the last time the whole family would
be driving down that Interstate together.
Soon Stephen will be storing his personal items in boxes and heading
off to Boot Camp. And to think that it was only yesterday that we didn't
turn onto the road that leads to the Grand Canyon because we'd finally
gotten him to sleep in his car seat and we didn't want to wake him up.
But this year, we took the exit, made the time to drive the extra miles
and wait in line at the gate. And I have to say, I'm glad we did. Certainly
it was impressive, but more than enjoying the breathtaking vistas, it gave
me a feeling of completion. I don't mean to suggest it was just checking
off another box in my life "to do" list, it was a conquest of self-discipline-of
fighting back the urge to be efficient and deciding to enjoy the journey.
Standing on the South rim of the Grand Canyon I was reminded that things
of real value take time. How many years did it take for the Colorado River
to carve the canyon out of the plain? I don't know the answer to that question,
but I don't think that when it was done, God looked down, admired His handiwork
and said, "my, what good time we made on that one."
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