In 5th grade I had to memorize the poem The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost (not an easy poem!) and to this day it is one of my favorites AND I cannot walk by a trail or a path without repeating it to myself. The last few weeks in Oregon have been spent outside and something that is quite common in this area are little trails carved into wind swept sand dunes, up the sides of mountains, winding through forests, along side streams and in backyards. I couldn't resist photographing and sharing some of my favorites paths and trails.
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 marked 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,