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;

• Robert Frost

One brightly lit, the other descending through shadow with the faint promise of light at the end.

Classic.

Shun the light. Embrace the darkness.

Definitely snowmobile trails

Here is a take from my high school days:

These are good woods I would agree Tis a good thing that they are free For I have travelled many miles And I must stop to take a pee.

My little horse is getting wrinkled For water stands where snow once sprinkled But I have travelled many miles And I must stop to take a tinkle

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O you'll take the high road and I'll take the low road
And  I'll be in Scotland afore ye

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.