Promises To Keep

With more than a tinge of sadness, we now leave the top of the world and the beauty that we have found here.  We must begin our journey south.  While we still have about a month left on the road, the time has come to begin our meandering towards home.  As Robert Frost so eloquently wrote in his poem, we have promises to keep.

Fall has come to northern Canada.  Aspen and poplar are ablaze in color.  The mountains sport a fresh dusting of snow on their peaks.  Another formation of geese flew overhead last evening, honking their farewell.  We know that we, too, must begin our migration south for the winter.  So we bid adieu to new friends, experiences, and top-of-the-world vistas. 

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.


(From Robert Frost's poem, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.)