On Hiking Trails and Inner Travel

I’m not sure if it’s possible for me to go on a hike without Robert Frost’s words rising up in my mind:

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I’m not sure if it’s possible for me to go on a hike without Robert Frost’s words rising up in my mind:

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.

Of course, this particular poem of Frost’s is Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, and my h…