The journey is more important than the destination
My destination was the Grand Canyon. I'd booked a place on the campsite at the bottom of the canyon, and had to do that months in advance to get a place (and by snail mail, this was in the stone age before e mail). The journey was by Greyhound Bus: a vehicle with the same craziness level as a box of frogs.

I'd planned my journey from Albuquerque to the canyon down to the last minute to ensure I'd make my camping appointment. Unfortunately a very inconsiderate man on my bus had a heart attack. The bus was diverted and delayed by several hours. I missed my change to another bus, and it became impossible for me to get to the canyon in time to hike down and camp there.

So I made a tough decision: I chose to give up on seeing the canyon, and went to California 2 days earlier instead. To this day I've still never made it back to the Grand Canyon. Maybe one day.
(Smale is stuffed, Tue 19 Jul 2011, 14:44, Reply)