
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
and sorry I could not travel both
And 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 feet 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
--Robert Frost
The Road Less Taken has always been one of my favorite poems. This week we'll be seeing a few of these roads.


We were up there on a secret mission so I can't go into more detail but after we finished we drove past the school and to the mine entrance. Mom said it's possible to get mine tours so I'll check further next time. The town is a very nice community. Some yards have grass and trees but most are desert landscaping. I'd go back again, if just to see the mine closer.

The rest of the week Matthew and I are heading up to the Navajo Reservation. We'll follow pretty much the same route that we did in the spring. We're excited...the road less taken is always interesting.
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