Sunday Stroll-by a Tortoise

                                             Photo by Hara Woltz

 A Galapagos tortoise utilizing a human road on Santa Cruz Island. 

This photograph reminds me of Vermont--even though there are no tortoises there. Vermont has lots of  old logging roads that are easy to walk on. I can understand why this tortoise took this path. It is smooth and easy to navigate.

                                       Vermont Logging Road

I wonder where he is going? All we know is that he is going somewhere. I loved summers in Vermont, days humid, nights breezy. We stayed right next to a small dairy farm and helped milk the cows. I am positive I would love the islands too!

                                                              Vermont Cow

The Galapagos are much prettier than Vermont but the two definitely have things in common.

                                                The Galapagos

The photo of the tortoise reminds me of a Vermont poet also.

 Robert Frost, wrote in 1920:

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.