Back In My Younger Days … I worked a summer job up in Rocky Mountain National Park. A place called the Trail Ridge Store, right-smack-dab in the middle of the drive, Trail Ridge Road, from Grand Lake on the west end, to Estes Park on the east end. During the summer, tourists start on one side or the other, drive 24 miles up to the store, and then get out and buy some chili, or a sandwich, or coffee, or trinkets, or camera film, or jewelry, or a t-shirt, etc. And after the restroom break, the family gets back in their vacation-mobile, and continue on their way, this time down the other side. What was always interesting … to me, was that visitors entered the park, parked a couple of times on the way up for pictures, stopped at the store, and parked a few times for pictures on the way down. And most folks wouldn’t take time to get active, hike a trail, and really see what is out there. But then again, they were probably on a timetable. They had to be in Denver for their hotel reservation, west, or in Boulder for a hotel reservation there.
Timetables. Cover as much ground as you can, even if it means missing some wonderful experiences along the way. Be active, right where you are at. Or, don’t.
By the way, special thanks to my friend Bryan, who inspired me write this post.