Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
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.
NO MORE MONKEYS JUMPING ON THE BED!!! allowing my kids to trash hotel rooms is a skill taught at a young age #rocknrollforever #dadlife #notesfromtheroad (at Hampton Inn & Suites Springdale Zion Natl Prk)
I noticed a while back and it was reaffirmed today that the most popular people on instagram (at least those I’m tangentially connected with) post almost the same shit; same post processing, same compositions, same locations, same everything. Anyway, whatever. Here’s proof that I’ve been wearing the same clothes for 5 days straight. #notesfromtheroad (at Zion Swimming Hole)