The Road Less Traveled By

What a gorgeous day for driving; even if I have very little idea of where, exactly I am!

I have a pretty good idea, but the GPS in this tablet does work all that well – I got the add-on that Asus sent but it is still a bit iffy. The GPS in the car claims to know where I am and says that I am headed the right direction, but the road that the map says should be a relatively good tertiary road, is really a dirt track that is wide enough to have two cars pass in opposite directions – but just barely!

But as I say, it is a lovely day and I am enjoying the drive. I am making absolutely no headway, but I had expected that when I left the interstate a couple hours ago.

Here’s the deal, as I was taking a break to stretch my legs and walk the dog back in Julesburg, I decided that I had done both the main routes to Minnesota so many times it might be nice to take an alternative route. It might be just a waste of time, or it might be entertaining, but as the Robert Frost poem says, taking the road less traveled makes all the difference. So, I left the interstate and set off cross-country on secondary roads... then on tertiary roads and finally onto this dusty dirt road through the wilderness of western Nebraska.

Saga and I are taking a break and enjoying the scenery. I am drinking a pop and having a snack and soon we will be rolling. What a lovely day it is! I am glad we took the scenic route!

Wherever you are today I hope you are starting your day in is rolling right along.

Don Bergquist – July 14, 2012 – Crescent Lake National Wildlife Refuge, Nebraska, USA

The Road Not Taken

By

Robert Frost

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.