So it begins...

I came across one of my favorite Frost poems in an attempt to come up with some clever and meaningful title for this blog. Given the day and the weather, it seems surprisingly fitting:

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy
Evening

Whose woods these are I think I
know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with
snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and
deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

~Robert Frost

It's a cliche poem, I know. But the image of Frost pausing to contemplate the snow in that near-silent glade strikes me as the best way to kick off a blog about travel.

Miles to go and many more adventures to come!