A Hike to Governor Dick

If you're part of this family, you always read the historical plaques.

First task after setting out is to decide which trail of the fork to take.

"I'm SURE this is the right way."

Mr. Doubtful walking through Bunyan's "Forest of Confusion."

The Standoff

The ones in the distance: "Come on, I'm STILL sure this is the right way."
In the foreground: "We're not going one step farther!"

Another fork! We had at least four to deal with.

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.

~"The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost
(a favorite of mine)

This is Governor Dick, in case you've been wondering. It resembles a silo more than an officer of state I'm afraid. (If you want to know the history, go back and enlarge that picture of the historical marker. :)