The Road Not Taken
On Thursday I went for trekking in the local woods. The park is rich in Native American history. The park contains two Adena Indian burial mounds and a prehistoric earthwork. The mounds looked like just any other mound of soil. That park is also famous for seeing Bald Eagles. I tried hard to catch a glimpse of those but they were sitting on the far away trees and the low quality binoculars (that were not mine) proved of no help. It’s a nice place for taking a walk, trekking and jogging.
But I am not used to trekking. I have never trekked so the 100 minutes of trekking left me with soar body. When I came back home that day, I couldn’t even stand properly and I felt as if I am about to fall. I wonder some really old people were trekking over there. Stamina is a good thing and I am trying my best to build some.
The trail reminded me of Islamabad’s Dam-e-Koh. The same kind of trees, shrubs, flowers and ravines. However, unlike Dam-e-Koh this park has no cafe or any shop for buying snacks etc. I had left my water bottle in the car by mistake. It is advisable to take water and light snacks along and the best time to visit is in spring and summer.
It was a nice place for introspection. While walking the path this poem was constantly in my mind. Perhaps Mr. Frost would have conceived it treading a path like that.
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