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The horse here stands for rustic common sense without any feelings, emotions and provocations of nature. The dark woods symbolize the dark, impenetrable, unfathomable mystery of life. The darkest evening and the freezing coldness symbolize death. Likewise, the speaker’s momentary attraction for the solitude of the forest symbolizes his death wish. But he remembers his promises that he has to keep. He draws back from the attraction of the woods. His promises stand for the responsibilities of a meaningful life. He is obliged to travel a long distance of several miles before he sleeps. The ‘miles’ stand for a long time of performing duties and the ‘sleep’ stands for the final sleep- the death.

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I am currently at the Dinsmore’s, who are trail angels here in the tiny town of Baring, just west of Steven’s Pass. I’m still averaging nearly 25 miles a day, although I’ll be slowing down in the days ahead just a bit. It’s been much rainer recently which means limited views much of the time. But today it partially cleared for the latter part of the day and the swirling clouds revealed many beautiful peaks and lakes. The fall colors are getting better and better. The trail is more rugged than Oregon and the weather much cooler. The mosquitoes are long gone now. This morning the rain cascading off the soaked berry bushes as I brushed against them was so cold that my running-shoe clad feet ached. One advantage is there is plenty of water for drinking and cooking!

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Two evenings ago I saw a smokejumper plane fly past as I hiked down the trail, then it made an orbit or two, then fly away. An hour or so later I suddenly smelled smoke, and knew it was almost certainly the fire they’d been looking for. I had to wait until morning to call in the fire, talking directly to fire dispatch in Redmond. At some point they ended up jumping that fire and at least two others in the area, although they might have been manned before I smelled them. It was fun, nonetheless, to think of the jumpers up in that plane looking down, searching for good jump spots. To be truthful, at that moment I’d have loved to be one of those smokejumpers. I’ve jumped, and fought, quite a few fires in this area, both as a smokejumper and on an engine crew years ago. It’s good to see the beautiful Cascade mountains of the area.

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In "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Eve" Robert Frost uses subtle imagery, symbolism, rhythm and rhyme to invoke the yearning for death that the weary traveler of life feels....

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I often like to think how it is so important to see and appreciate the magic of a long hike, otherwise it can easily become a tedious slog. Two nights ago I walked until dark and simply rolled out my sleeping pad and bag in the sage to sleep. Before I fell asleep I watched the stars for a while, and saw three meteors streak across the sky in about 30 seconds. When the snow was deep in northern California, I spent much of one day walking along a snowy ridgeline. At one point the snow was about 20 feet deep with a spectacular curled cornice of snow. In the breeze across the ridgetop fluttered a steady progression of butterflies. On another high pass I sat down for a break an a marmot walked by me about 4′, looking at me as if I were a rock he hadn’t noticed before. Another evening the trout were jumping steadily in a feeding frenzy. I got several photos of trout out of the water by simply pointing my camera and pushing the shutter button.

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There is so much more wildlife here than in southern California. It’s now common to see deer. The sound of calling quail is part of the soundtrack of the trail. One evening I heard something quietly coming down the hill, crawled out of my tent, and a large brown phase black bear was working his way down hill towards me. He was a confident old fellow, feeding calmly and only hurrying a short distance as I winged stones past him. Finally he got the hint and ran off. One morning I heard something ahead and stopped to watch. A blacktail doe stepped out on the trail and looked back. Moments later a tiny spotted fawn stepped out and carefully watched his footsteps as he worked his way down the hill, closely followed by an identical sibling. There are now many mosquitoes at times, mostly in the evenings, along with an assortment of flies and knats and bees. Not much of a bother for me, though.