Plein Air day

Today my friend and I went out into the woods on her father-in-laws estate. We packed up all our painting supplies and loaded up the "Dune Buggy" and hit the trails. We settled on a little spot where two paths converged. I liked this spot because one path was well trodden and the intersecting path was overgrown. Kinda like the path, "
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 traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
So, Although this little painting does not do Robert Frost's poem justice, it did make me think, must I always follow the well lit and and most trodden path, or,Should I take a chance that more will be revealed when I say "YES" to the road less traveled?
Funny thoughts for such a carefree Sunday.
I had fun and I DEFINITELY need more instruction on Plein air painting techniques.