Continuing on to Bothell, we decided to end the trip where we started: at the Woodinville Taco Time for a small dinner. This trip certainly was long, but we felt that it was very cathartic for many reasons. We missed our home and our Riverside family indeed, but we both felt that this was an opportunity that we didn't want to miss. As Robert Frost has said in his poem, "The Road Not Taken", "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 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 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 kept 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 travelled by, And that has made all the difference." Indeed, this road that we took has made all the difference in our worlds.