Night on the Mountain

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.
Robert Frost, "The Road Not Taken," 1916

As I reached the foot of Bear Mountain -- only two miles up to go before home -- I could not resist stopping and trying to catch a photo of the moon (yes I have a thing for the night sky). With little light -- it is somewhat difficult to get anything worthwhile. But this gives you a taste of the scene.
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