The travel bug is biting hard these days. I have lots of plans and a strong want to find the time that I need to follow through on the plans.

I have two “mantras”when it comes to travel. Not so much mantra’s really. Mantra’s are something that are memorized. I haven’t “memorized” these… they are just there… like a low drumbeat that you aren’t sure if it’s really there or something in your subconscious.

The first “mantra” is:

There are two kinds of people. One comes to a crossing in the road and thinks “I don’t know what’s down there so I’m going the other way. The other comes to the crossing in the road and thinks “I wonder what’s down there” as he/she is turning towards the unknown. Be the other person…

the other is nestled in the following poem. If you understand this… then you understand me…

Robert Frost (1874–1963).  Mountain Interval.  1920.

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.