The Road Less Travelled

I love to walk! I am so very fortunate to live in a beautiful part of town. Out here it is quiet, and pretty, and there are so many different places to walk. I'm also very lucky to have an amazing stroller. More on that another time I hope, but this buggy is seriously amazing.

One of our favorite loops is a 1-2 mile hike around the highfield farms out here on the peninsula. The view is amazing. The road is beautiful. And the walk is all up hill, which is great for my glutes! This is one of my favorite routes to do. Thanks to Corrina who discovered it. She knows all the best ways to go walking. I love when we go together, she always takes us on a new route.

Our walk



Walking alone, through the paths we choose, I always think of the poem The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost. I realise that the poem is a metaphorical referance to life and choices and concequences instead of simply just walking along a path, but I still think of it, every time.

Our view



Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920.

1. 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; 5

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, 10

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. 15

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. 20