I took the one less traveled by

Everyday when I walk on one of the paths I have found carved through our woods, "The Road Not Taken," by Robert Frost runs through my head. It's one of my favorite poems. So far I have only found 2 discernible walking paths and have tried to follow some other game trails but I can't get very far. The majority of our land is heavily wooded - so much so that I can't just meander through. I need a chainsaw!

One of the paths; I love walking through these 2 trees for some reason.

Here is a picture from the other trail. Watch your head! My walks are more like hikes.

And here is a picture if I just turn to the side while on the trails; it gives you a sense of how thick the underbrush is: