We have traveled thousands of miles, across every type of terrain,
and spent countless hours absorbing America. Today, we passed through
the Gateway Arch, which symbolizes the door to the American West. We
were exiting that door. We crossed the Mississippi River and headed back
into the rolling foothills of the Appalachian Mountains.
As our journey is coming closer and closer to an end, I am beginning
to feel a little like the man stopping by the woods in Robert Frost’s
poem. We have had the wonderful opportunity to see not only our nation,
but the people who make it the United States.
The quest for fun, adventure, culture, and home kept us going. Brief
glimpses into the land so fair have been a revelation. I have come to
understand the similarities in every people, every culture and every
state. I have also seen the vast differences that make us unique and
I have loved looking into the lives of strangers and coming away
feeling acquainted. I have been blessed with the chance to see the sun
set and rise on the waves of the ocean, snow covered tops of the
mountains, arid vastness of the desert, and even ice covered plains.
As we crossed back into the more familiar states of Illinois, Indiana
and Ohio, I began to feel the saddle sores of this journey. Just like a
wonderful book, I didn’t want the last chapter to come so quickly, but I
was longing to know the end. We were on the last leg of our journey and
West Virginia was calling. I would have liked this journey to last a
little longer, but “I had promises to keep and miles to go before I
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy
by Robert Frost
these are I think I know.
His house is
in the village though;
He will not
see me stopping here
To watch his
woods fill up with snow.
horse must think it queer
without a farmhouse near
woods and frozen lake
evening of the year.
He gives his
harness bells a shake
To ask if
there is some mistake.
other sounds, the sweep
Of the easy
wind and downy flake.
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.