Banking on
the GSP’s promise of a gas station not far down the road, we set out on an
unfamiliar, alternative route toward the Californian beach. The road twisted
and turned through a mountainous region. Before long, we realized we picked the
road with only occasional guardrails
separating us from heart-stopping, sixty feet drop-offs. Besides that, directions
for the “promised” gas station led us to a right hand turn and a sign that said
“road closed.” Duped by the GPS again.
So, we inched along a long, windy mountain road
with only a quarter tank of gas, and due to the elevation, no GPS reception. But,
after several more miles, we located a gas station, regained the GSP signal,
and exited the harrowing mountain road. Looking back, I’m glad our drive on I74
looked nothing like this:
It’s amazing
what we’ll endure to get to where we want to go. As you heard, thirteen guys in China paved their own road, although several
men didn’t live to see the end. Robert Frost’s well-known poem implies that choosing
our own road takes courage. What’s the scariest road you’ve taken?
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