Solitary Hike

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

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.

More pictures from today's hike are on the way. I walked out the door feeling a little under the weather and a little blue but after almost 2 hours of sweat, silence, and switchbacks I returned to the front porch feeling better with a little bit of an appetite again, and a smile on my face. The restorative power of nature is incredible.

Later Gators,

Liz