When you read this, I’ll be off on a research trip. Given my forgetful nature, I decided it would be better to get my post ready before I left. My hubby and Zoey are keeping the home fires burning while I’m out of state in search of historical details.
As I was preparing for the trip I thought about how we plan our travel nowadays. Most of us make our plane, hotel, and rental car reservations on the internet. Generally, it doesn’t take long once we know where we want to go and how we’re going to get there. We can Mapquest our driving routes and we can even request a travel agent take care of details if we want. We have cell phones to keep us connected should we need anything along the way and there’s a convenience store and gasoline station at most every turn.
Still, we complain about the time it takes to get to the airport, the time we have to wait in line for security, the occasional delays at the airport, the car we rented isn’t exactly what we’d hoped for, and the hotel room has two queen beds instead of a king.
Back in the 1800’s when folks were traversing the Overland Trail there really were some reasons for complaint. When travel from Missouri to Oregon takes eight months, you have a right to complain. When you’re so hungry you kill a couple woodpeckers and made them into a soup that ends up making you sick, then you have a right to complain.
When you don’t have a map or a trail boss to keep you headed in the right direction, then you have a right to complain. When you have to ford a river before you can cross, you have a right to complain. Until then, I think we should all keep our traveling complaints to a minimum—and as long as I don’t get delayed at the airport, my rental car is what I ordered, I get my king-size bed, and Mapquest doesn’t send me into a river, I promise I won’t complain either.
Blessings as you travel with the Lord throughout the coming week.
P.S. The story of the Woodpecker soup is true. Two teenage boys were stranded on the Overland Trail and resorted to the 'soup' to try and sustain themselves. They ended up in worse shape than before they ate the concoction. Both survived the trip. Neither tried Woodpecker Soup again!