Today on my way home from a friends place I had a brilliant idea to take a different route. Whoops. It may have been shorter, but it took longer and was windier, narrower and scary then I expected. It was also dusk to dark and while driving by a full moon through forests and rolling hills might seem kind of cool; trust me; it wasn’t. But it’s kind of rewarding to have done it. Even if it was kind of silly. Two roads diverged in the woods and I took the one less travelled. Want to know maybe why there’s no popular poem that goes, two roads diverged in the woods and I took the one most travelled? Because he didn’t need to justify his excursion it was easy and fast and he got to where he wanted to be without needing to mediate on the journey. A good experience for driving, but probably bad for life. (I went on the about half of this http://206gti.net/grr/1/stage1.htm)
On Saturday I went with the family to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hanging_Rock,_Victoria Good times. I’ve added some pictures of the day.