Thats one long and dangerous road Cheryl. I've always thought about it. I know there is a guy who rode a bicycle from Southern Argentina all the way to Alaska. Crazy huh.
The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
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"We must not look at goblin men,
We must not buy their fruits:
Who knows upon what soil they fed
Their hungry thirsty roots?"