One road diverged in a green wood.
So I took it.
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Site name inspired by the abandoned Ranger station depicted in my first post, and as suggested by the wonderful KT. It was one of many discoveries made during one of many of my misadventures in British Columbia.
Site name inspired by the abandoned Ranger station depicted in my first post, and as suggested by the wonderful KT. It was one of many discoveries made during one of many of my misadventures in British Columbia.
4 comments:
I love this picture!!!
I only remember parts of that poem, specifically the last verse. Should look it up. I wanna go down that road right now, but I have to go to work instead. Poopie.
Mr. McIntyre burned this into my head:
Let's give it a go, apologies to Robert Frost if I fuck it up:
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
To be one traveller 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 travelled by
And that has made all the difference
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