I used to travel for business. It seemed almost weekly. At first, I thought it was kind of cool. But it dragged on until it it just became work. It exacted a toll, a price, that some are willing to pay. And, I willingly paid it. But I often ask myself if what I received in return was worth the investment.
"Let's go down that road," my companion suggested, peering down at a deserted artery that snaked through the arid Chihuahuan Desert. We'd been traveling for most of the day, having left San Antonio, Texas earlier in the morning. We were on our way to Amarillo, but somehow, I had allowed myself to be talked into a bunch of detours here and there, and now found myself standing on a small cliff, overlooking an New Mexico two lane highway that looked as though it had no purpose.