There have been a multitude of stories and poems written and read; about the roads less, or even never, travelled and I am pretty certain that you can take their messages literally or figuratively and still come up with a pretty good beginning for an adventure of your own.
New roads to different places don't always occur out of doors. We can explore beyond the horizons of experience just about anywhere. To me the essential aspect of finding that new path is a complete lack of anticipation. You just can't wait for the action to come to you.
When I ride I often don't have a goal in mind. The road often takes me where I am going. That appeals to me. I like my travels to be spontaneous and tinged with a patina of wildness. Today, that's exactly what I got! While riding around this morning, I somehow ended up getting lost (a wrong turn if you can believe it.) and finding myself on a very strange and unknown road. When I got to the top of the hill, which was also the end of the road, I was astounded at what I found there.
The Morioka Dai Butsu. Standing at least ten meters or more than thirty feet it presides over a burial ground. I didn't take any pictures of the temple because it sort of spooky and uninviting, but the rest of the place was warm and quite beautiful. I am puzzled that I have never seen this before. Do any of you folks have a similar tale to tell. An unexpected find in a place you thought you knew?