THE BEST ROADS ARE DIRT

One late sunny afternoon, I found myself meandering up and down a road less traveled, a logging road above the mountains from the camp my son worked at.
  Intent on showing me the spectacular view, we pressed on, the paved asphalt road gave way to gravel, then to graded dirt, somewhat maintained to a well eroded rutted 2 track trail.  We paused to take in the view of the lake and camp far below, only to continue up, steep mountains on the side.

As the road gave in to ruts and loose stones, we pressed on in his 4Wheel drive Jeep Cherokee, climbing what seemed like boulders and very steep inclines.  I practically begging to go back as the road got worse.  He silently pressed on ignoring my pleas as memories of bone jarring, 2 track trail roads in the outbacks of Mexico in our  4 W. drive Willy’s Jeep and later the Land Rover came to mind.  My body begged to be released from all the movement and thrashing back and forth as I sat in the passenger seat.
Hardly a time to quiet the mind and take it all in.
The road less traveled, the best roads are dirt.  Yep, cause there are tons of natural beauty.
As we rambled along, the beauty was inescapable, every meadow, every wild flower, the blue skies.  It was impressive!
After what seemed like forever, we reached a steep incline that took two running starts to get to the top.

As we reached the summit, we abruptly came to a stop at the edge of an incredible, stunning view of the North Fork of the American River, the end of the road.
I was at awe as I now understood that he wanted me to experience this awesome view.  We did not linger long as the shadows of evening were beginning to descend and I was anxious to get back onto at least the gravel road before it got dark.  The sun was beginning to disappear.

This memory is forever etched in my mind as I think of one of my favorite poems THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED.
Sometimes the Lord leads and guides on roads less traveled to impress upon our minds the majestic view of his character.
My son knew where he was going and what lay ahead in this adventure while I did not.  The further we traveled on this well eroded, rutted what was little semblance of a road began to get me a little worried and anxious and sometimes life is like that.

That bone jarring ride left my body aching for several days but it was well worth every minute of it.
So what started out with “Hey, Mom, you want to go for a ride?”  ended with memories of that incredible view at the top.  “Hey, Son, I’ll see you at the finish line!”

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