As Kirsten and I scouted Willis Evans Creek today it occured to me what the challenges and choices of the salmon are; which way to go, where will the best cobble be, the best shade, the best shelter.....where do I put the entire future of my legacy?

 I thought, personally, Robert Frost, said it best. 

 

 

Two roads diverged in a "red" 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 "riffled" and "cobbled" 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 "will make" all the difference.

Robert Frost....with slight "changes" by Melinda Barnes