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 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.
I’ve always admired Robert Frost’s well-worn poem. It starts off talking about “The Road Not Taken,” then implies the choice doesn’t matter, and concludes by saying his choice “made all the difference.”
Well, Ginny & I took the “road less travelled by” this past Monday, when a gathering of goats was debating where to hike. All but the two of us went up the Grey Wolf and had a lovely hike. We decided to head to Dungeness Spit instead and were blessed with some of the best light and views imaginable. Check the tides first, but don’t forget about this great spring hike!
Also a note for literary types: PBS will be airing Ken Burns’ latest story, “Hemingway” for three nights starting this coming Monday. I can still remember my 14 year old self reading “Big Two-Hearted River Part 2” for the first time and understanding what fiction was about. Hemingway has gone out of vogue for many years, but in anticipation of this series I picked up his short stories again. They are as clear and pure as Dungeness Spit in Spring (sorry for the mixed metaphor).
I will be hiking the Shipwreck Coast with John next week, so my weekly note may be a little late. Hopefully, it will include a few coastal pics.
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