With apologies to Robert Frost…
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Two roads diverged at a heritage site And, sorry I could not travel both, And get to New Hampshire before the night I studied the map as hard as I might. To walk, or ride, through the undergrowth? |
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Then, took the Farm Trail, as just as fair And having perhaps the better claim For I was podgy and in need of air (And ’twas nearly an hour til the tour bus came) |
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And both that morning equally lay Through fields where Vanderbilts built their shack I saved the Inn for another stay (Though, knowing how much I’d have to pay I wondered if I’d ever come back) |
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I shall be posting this through WiFi Somewhere highways and highways hence Two routes diverged at Shelburne Farms, and I, I took the one less travelled by And loved all elements. |
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Brilliant. Simply brilliant.
I live in Shelurne, Vermont. I love running its trails and woods.
Even though I actually live here, I still almost always marvel at some apsect of its beauty.
The winters could, however, definitely be shorter.
Don’t apologize to Frost. I think he would have liked your thoughts.
My son went to pre-school and and attended drum classes at Shelburne Farms when he was little.
I will run there this weekend. I will definitely see deer and wild turkeys.
Cool post.
Leslie Holman, Burlington VT.