Two roads diverged in a hidden wood.

[George D. Stout]

This reminded me of Frost's poem, when I walked this tram road this morning, the first day of Pennsylvania's archery season.

[**DONOTDELETE**]

Beautiful as always George.

Hope you do well this season.

[ishiwannabe]

Hope you took the one less traveled. Any day out there is a good day.

[Dave2old]

I envy you being there. On a literary (as opposed to literal) note, I've always wondered how a wood could be hidden yet contain roads? Aha! It comes to me: Frost had the great pleasure of living and walking in woods and taking roads less traveled ... before they invented ATVs. Good hunting, and may quietness be your constant companion. dave