Concord, Massachusetts--Walden Pond

As we walked around Walden Pond this afternoon, and I took this picture of the paths, I was reminded of a poem by Robert Frost.

The Road Not Taken

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.

by Robert Frost

We both have read and love Thoreau's "Walden Pond", and we so enjoyed walking the paths and standing on the site where his cabin had stood. There was a replica of the cabin on the grounds also, but something special about being where he had lived by the water in the woods, and knowing that some of those trees were there when he was. The evening sun illuminated all the leaves and warmed the cool autumn air, making a our journey around the pond delightful.

We stayed until the area was closing for the day, and then drove on down to Hyannis, Massachusetts, where we will stay for the next couple days. It is very windy here this evening, and the lady at the desk said several people who live on Nantucket Island and Martha's Vineyard are having to stay here this evening because the winds have blown the ferries in, and they have no way home. We had planned to go out to Martha's Vineyard, but will wait and see what the weather does. We will have no problem filling our days, as there are several towns, and beaches to explore.

I must pay homage to my Scottish heritage and post one more picture of the Scottsman at Bar Harbor playing his bagpipe. It truly was a highlight of our journey. This one's for you, Tammy!