In life one makes bad decisions from time to time. I was within 20 miles of Clovis New Mexico and consciously made a decision not to go.
The road beckoned and apparently had a stronger pull.
Maybe next time
I wouldn't wait too much longer bert. You ain't exactly a spring chicken ya know, ahem.
On a similar note, whan I was a youngster, I had two uncles in the concrete business. The loads of gravel that came in invariably had arrowheads in 'em; some in perfect condition. Nobody thought much about 'em at the time since finding arrowheads was not all that uncommon around here. The gravel likely came from a source nearby, probably one of the river bends. Entirely possible they were of recent vintage, anyway...
Know the feeling. When I was a short-timer in the Navy my ship was about to take a six month Med cruise. I was given the option to extend my enlistment and take the cruise, or to be released a little more than two months early. I took the early out. Now I have to pay if I want to visit the Med!