Vacations Really Do Make You Younger

Recently I took a vacation with my wife. We drove down to West Virginia to go white-water rafting. It felt good to get away and do something fun. The water was warm and the weather great, although a little hot. We got to go through some decent-sized rapids and surf the holes with our guide.

After a day of rafting we decided to drive over to Mammoth Caves in Kentucky. I had been there before, but my wife had not. We went on a few cave tours. I am always amazed when going through these caves. The sheer size of the caverns is impressive, as is the 360 miles of caves that has been discovered so far.

Next we stopped and visited my niece and her husband in their new house up near Cincinnati. All in all is was a nice long extended weekend trip.

The best part is that I gained a year of life. Before my vacation, caught up in the daily grind of work, and counting the new gray hairs coming in, I lost track of how old I am. For some reason, I thought that I was turning thirty-nine with this current birthday.

After calculating it on the road, I discovered that this is my 38th birthday. What a great present—to gain an extra year for use in accomplishing some goals and in learning to enjoy my life. I guess it not too late for me.