A peaceful, quite, barely a car or bike along this route; it is a Road Not Taken. This day alone with me and the mountain left much for the experience of just being and riding free. It is moments like this I live for, it is what makes me truly feel alive.
My life has lead me down many roads not often taken. Hell, a lot of the times I paved the path myself! But when I am on the major highways, stuck in traffic with everyone else who decided to take the same route I get restless and uncomfortable, searching for the first side road to give me some free space.
Living life to experience these roads not taken is exciting and leads to many unexpected adventures. From drinking beer with a bunch of strangers at a little cafe while admiring each other's bicycles, to hopping on trains (with your bikes - getting kicked off with them) and ending up in the least expected places which lead you to riding back to where you started are all part of life's adventures when you take the Road Not Taken.
Next time you are out and you get to the highway where everyone else is speeding down the same path, look to the left at the old country road which winds it's way perhaps to the same endpoint and ask yourself if you are on the right path.
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.