When our children were young we decided…whenever we traveled near or far
our vacation started the exact moment we all jumped into the car.
We decided we’d never be in a hurry…we formed a kind of family fellowship
Realizing arriving at our destination was important but not as important as enjoying the trip.
This made every trip a unique adventure…as off the designated path we’d stray..
It meant we never knew what surprises…what discoveries we’d find along the way.
Our children are all grown now….time travels expeditiously…
But Deborah and I, on any trip we make, still follow our old philosophy.
Which brings me to the focus of this story…we’re in Georgia, driving home to Florida when a ‘Lanes Peaches’ sign we see….we exit the interstate both of us thinking ‘peach cobbler’ simultaneously.
We enter Lanes into our GPS…she’s never steered us wrong despite with her verbiage (Except that one time she wanted us to turn left…in the middle of mile long bridge)
But when she had us turn down a one-lane dirt road…we questioned her directional brilliance…Deborah immediately thought Texas chain saw massacre…for me…it was Deliverance.
But on and on we persevered…our apprehension curtailing our speech….
It’s amazing what two people will endure to partake of a cobbler made of peach.
The dirt road finally came to an end..and after a few more odd turns…I think three
Waiting up ahead of us was Lanes…where our GPS knew she would be.
We sat in the restaurant congratulating ourselves…at how we survived this trip down such a harrowing road….in the best way we could imagine…with peach cobbler…of course…al-a-mode.
Vowing never again to belittle…to doubt…to challenge or second guess…
The true hero this peach cobble story… our very own GPS!
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