Get lost, go explore.
Grab a good old fashioned map, the kids, pack the car full to the brim with holiday essentials and drive.
Because the greatest part of an adventure like this is not the destination, but all the stuff that happens in between.
Pitch a tent and let the wild rumpus start.
"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 back.
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
THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
BY ROBERT FROST
WORDS & STYLING HEIDI ALBERTIRI
STYLE ASSISTANTS DINA KORAKIS, KYLEE MAKI
PHOTOGRAPHY HELOISE LOVE
