Friday

I leave on my road trip on Friday, May 21. I will be updating this blog as often as possible, at least to post photos. Wish me luck!

For Though The Caves Were Rabitted

For though the caves were rabitted,

And the well sweeps were slanted,

Each house seemed not inhabited

But haunted.

The pensive traveller held his way,

Silent & melancholy,

For every man an ideot was,

And every house a folly.

Collected Poems of Henry Thoreau, pg. 189