The two-hour drive took us up winding canyons, beside rippling creeks, and through seven tunnels. (The whole car counted them thanks to my daughter’s autistic characteristics.)
Some tunnels were quite short. One stretched for over a mile and a half and crossed the Continental Divide at over 11,000 feet elevation. All were hewn from solid rock through the sacrifice of countless hours of work, blood, sweat, and tears.
Why? To make the journey easier for those who came behind.
Before the tunnels, travelers faced narrow paths perched on the sides of steep mountain slopes. The long scenic route isn’t relaxing when one faces sheer drop-offs along the way. Factor in the extra time and energy invested to make it over or around the mountain standing in the way. Not to mention thunderstorms and blizzards eroding the path or blowing you off course.
Why go over or around the mountain, when a way is made to go through? Yet, how many times in life do I try to do it my way and ignore the difficult lessons learned by those who have gone before?
Going through a tunnel isn’t cheating. It’s wisdom.
What about you? What tunnels have you found in your journey? Have you carved any for those who come behind?