I came to a fork in the trail....

“I came to a fork in the trail....

....and by the time I got to the campsite....

....I had a complete service for eight!





All these deep thoughts and discussions this morning just forced me to post this. ;)”

“"When you come to a fork in the road, take it."

-Yogi Berra”

“I have a nice collection of camping utensils collected from many campsites. I never bought more than one set, and I've got several complete sets with extra forks.”

“so your the one that stole my fork!”

“Check out HPM's photo. That could be your fork. I stole somebody else's fork.”

“What the fork are you people talking about?”

“Hey Geo - did you happen to find my Wenger knife? It was red.”

“stick a fork in stovie, I think he is done!”

“Nope that's not my fork!”

“I once found a coconut shell cup hanging by a lovely spring.

After a little drink I left it for the next guy.”

“The next guy died of some esoteric disease.

No Fiddle, didn't find your Wenger. Sometimes I can't even find my own. Do those things have legs?”

“If you find a fork in the road, I hope you wash it before serving me dinner.”

“Violin lost his wenger??? That explains a lot...”

“A backpacking thread...



You sure it wasn't a spork....I can't find my spork.




Or was that my foon?”

“Fork you!”

“Spoon me then fork me.”

“I'm getting uncomfortable again.....”

“I'll take a good fork and spoon over a spork any day.”

“Sporks spuck”

“Forkgetaboutit!”

“I love my spork.”

“Once u been sporked u never go back.....”

“I love my spork...I do carry a good knife though, and in case I need to cut my arm off, it has a really gnarley serrated blade. If I ever have to do that...I'm certainly gonna take the arm with me, ya never know, I might get hungry and need to gnaw on something.”

“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveller, 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.

--Robert Frost”

“What the Folk?”