About half way through our walk, Robin turned to me and said, “This is where they think Robert Frost came up with The Road Not Taken.” If you’re a landscape photographer, this is one poem you should know and embrace. After Robin told me this, my mind went to looking for a photo that might embrace the poem, no luck. The best I could do is this photo to give you a sense of the location, but no romance. And if you don’t know the poem, here is it
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.