We were descending from a hilltop on the Ridge Trail at Great Falls Park. At the bottom of a valley we paused at two roads diverging in a yellow wood, wondering, which way? From the opposite direction a father with two sons approached us and the father asked, "What are you looking for and how can we help you find it?"
With the advice of the father of the two sons we went left instead of right. Swamp Trail. Both paths would have gotten us back to the parking area but the Swamp Trail was magical. And we remembered the advice to stay to the left when the Swamp trail intersected the Carriage Road.
I forgot to tell you that my response to the question posed by the father at the intersection at the yellow wood was (no kidding), "Salvation." The father's response was (no kidding), "Well, it's free... Some people work for it but I gave that up a long time ago... So can we help you find your way?"
On the Swamp Trail I thought about how blessed the father's kids are. And remembered two things - our prayer (Our Father...), and Frost:
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.