So, along 125 in Vermont, a road that passes over and through the mountains and was a 2 minute walk from our place, there is a Robert Frost Interpretive Trail. Apparently he lived & worked near there for about five minutes at one point. The parking area and trail head are just off the road, and the trail is definitely more of a walk in the woods than an actual "hike." I did this one alone, and aside from the family that passed me a few times here and there, it was quiet, solitary, and very peaceful.
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| This was near the end of the trail, as I was heading back to the parking area. It struck me in a thinky-thought spiritual way. |
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| My absolute fave of his poems (and one of my fave poems ever thanks to The Outsiders) |
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| cool little squiggles of green & purple moss |
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| what does this even mean? |
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| I was gonna climb a bit of this tree... |
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| Until I got close enough to see all the pine sap dripping from it. |
Some of the area just looked out over fields of wildflowers and the mountains in the distance, while other parts of the trail wound through the woods (and diverged a few times - I always went to the left when presented with a fork. The other people there were going to the right both times. We passed each other in different areas of the trail.)
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| lovely bridge going over the river |
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| and some of the pretty wildflowers up close |
It was a lovely walk, and though I didn't remember some of the poems posted, it was kinda cool to read them, and to see some of the other info posted as well. One display described the process of empty fields and bare hills & mountains slowly turning into the forests we see today. The things we don't usually think of...
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