On my way back home for the early morning bike ride, I stopped on the bridge where Friar's Road crosses over Interstate 163 and thought immediately of Robert Frost... wondering what thoughts he might have if he could see the cris-crossing overpasses and exchanges and ribbons of freeway stretching around and through the valley that was once a couple of big dairy farms. The two photographs at the bottom are of wonderful displays of wild flowers to the right of Ulric Road just where I turn off into my community on the hill above Mission VAlley.THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
by Robert Frost

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 a 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 black.
Oh, I marked 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.