who’s woods these are


How much do I use a car? Well that varies with the doctor (and with the physical condition of course.) On Saturday and Monday I did too much walking: on Saturday walking up the Bolton Valley ski slope trying to get to the top and I spent about ninety minutes going up and about one-hundred minutes coming down which surprised me, even startled me and gave me pause. Yesterday I found a map or pamphlet with Long Trail marking near our lodging so I set out to find it or them but not before searching for and getting advice. There were more bugs than before and I moderated my up-down and finished sooner but not attaining my goal (and I have bug bites.) Somewhere during the day I found notice of Robert Frost and thought of walking in snowy woods with my brother-in-law more than twenty years ago. He could recite the last four lines of Frost’s poem (and I couldn’t). Last night playing suggestions from the world-wide-web I heard a talker wondering what happened the idea of remembering poems. He seemed to thing that idea is gone, gone, and it’s never coming back. My brother-in-law can recite as many grateful dead lyrics as anyone I know.

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