It's the nature of travel on the great road. We truck along and truck along and oops, something waylays our adventure: a flat, a virus, an unexpected baby, a hurricane approaching, a broken collarbone. And we're frustrated, so frustrated, because our plans are interrupted.

It's injury time, down time, caretaking time, repair time, kick-the-wall and break-a-toe time, the weeks turned into months or years of unplanned redestination.

What is the destination of the great road?

When we're driving the truck, we clock the miles faster. Look! Look how far I'm going! But at such speeds, we don't see the striped caterpillar under the leaves of the milkweed, the mystery of the chrysalis, the metamorphosis to monarch butterfly.

When we're forced out of our vehicles, we're given the opportunity to really see strange wonders of life if we so choose.

We can fight the detour onto the side of the road, but gifts are hidden there that deepen our journeys.