The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
~ Robert Frost
Michelle and I went for a hike in the mountains and woods west of Sedalia, Colorado, on Sunday afternoon. It's a long story, but the plan was to find a fire watch tower we'd read about. We started out on the wrong path to begin with, though, and then we came to a fork in the trail. We took the one less traveled, and this is what we found:
Lots of fun, relatively safe boulders to climb.
These boulders arranged like Stonehenge reminded us of what happened to Bilbo's Trolls in The Hobbit.