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.
Most people think of Robert Frost's poem "The Road Not Taken" as inspirational, a call to question things, to not always take the easy path through life. This weekend though it was our ispiration to do something a little different. We literally took the path less travel and drove from Halifax to Guysbourough on local roads that often looked something like this....
We laughed 'til we almost cried and we wouldn't have had it any other way!