Robert Frost was on my mind as I stood in this spot.
Fifteen minutes earlier, I received the phone call. Unexpected. A request. One to disrupt my hoped for plateau.
Here we go, another hike up the hill.
As I drove, it was instinctive… to end up here. The place of contemplation and connection. My place.
A recent clear-cut, a surprise to me, had just taken place, exposing this structure once surrounded by timber trees.
I stood in this spot. Stared ahead into and past it.
And now, on the hike itself… far off the plateau… I ponder that path less traveled by. And wonder if it may come to pass.
If I have the courage.
I stood in this spot.
I thought of Frost.