Summer Road Trip

I made my way to my aunt’s house. Her home smelled of fresh cut pine, and she offered me a cup of coffee with a cinnamon stick in it. I accepted, and we went to the kitchen table and discussed our week. As she talked, I looked out her kitchen table. A small oak grew in the front yard. Snow capped the birdfeeder beside her bird bath.

If you want to take your vehicle on a spring break road trip this year, make sure you take the proper steps to prepare your vehicle for hours on the road. Taking the proper steps will prevent your vehicle from breaking down during your road trip and turning your worry-free spring-break road trip into a car-repair trip instead.

The alarm woke me up around 7:00. It was a Friday morning and we had a quick 45 minute drive from D.C to Rock Creek, Maryland. I got ready, tossed a couple things in my backpack and was in the car ready to go. This was just a normal weekend for us and it was pretty routine for my family and I to go down to Rock Creek to go hiking. When we arrived, we started our way down to Lake Needwood. The sights, sounds, and smells we experienced in

Far down a dusty highway sat a quaint little neighborhood in the rural sides of Indiana. This suburban edition went by the title of Stable Acres. The roads were old and scared with lines of tar and gravel to fill the streets riddled with potholes. The thin asphalt path snaked around trees and other houses. In my grey suede car seat, I could feel our maroon car, with interior the color of sand, come to a smooth complete stop. Outside there was a house painted a deep rich red and a concrete driveway that was also very tan. Past the windows you could see dainty ivory lace curtains that kept out the harsh sunlight. Suddenly, my car door would be opened, and my mother would place my one hand into my second home, my grandmother.

The best vacation ever is going to New Jersey during the summer for a month at my family beach house, and taking Trenton, Aly, Kiki, Hunter, and Landon with me. I would love to go to the ocean, tan, swim. I would love to go shopping at the shops on the boardwalk. Getting up early to see the sunset and walk on the boardwalk. Staying up late and watching the moon on the ocean, listen to the waves at night, sleeping on my bed in New Jersey every night sounds like a great vacation to me. New Jersey to me is my home away from home. I love every minute there. The people there are amazing, there's music on the boardwalk, there's people that run for miles, there’s everything from ice cream to tacos to eat. Sitting down to have a family dinner at the

Since I left her poisoned arms. not once have I walked back towards the trail. Not once have I thought of returning. I have inhabited the white, chipping, House. With all its calming dulled colors. It's abused Windows hiding the danger.The beauty. The outside world. farther I've explored it depths. Following grey hallways, and battered wood floors. It's rooms left empty. the only thing occupying the house, is a thick layer of dust. Each day I've stayed here calms me. Today the light of the outside world creeps under the door. Longing fills my veins. Beckoning me forward. My hand touches the cold handle, my mind's telling me no. I twist. the door opens. The scent of pine and fresh air bombard my lungs. the light blinding me. As it fades, the trail lays before me. Drawing me forward. I stare. Letting myself go, I feel my body begin move. Moving towards the past. In the next moment I find myself walking. feeling the crunch of wood chips under my feet. And then I see it. Her. Hair , golden, reflecting the Sun. She stands, her back towards me. I whisper. Her head rises. I whisper. She turns. Emotions feel the air. she raises her hand as she walks forward. The warmth of her skin meeting my cheek. Tears of joy stream down our faces. Warmth spreading across my body. I'm here again. Walking with her. Side by side, heart with heart. Together, our moments of joy turn to love. Each day, we wait to see each other. He walks by. She doesn't bother. The storm is

As I drove past the Grey Mountains and through the Jane Forrest, I watched as the sun set across the sky creating a angelic orange cast upon the area. The wind passing through my window whipped my hair all over the place. Musket, my German Shepherd had his head hanging out of the window in my passenger seat enjoying the wind.

I walked down the path to our dock with a little cooler in hand. My grandpa walked behind me, the soft sound of his feet padded on the ground. The lake was beautiful. Everything around the lake stood

Are you planning a trip across the country this summer? Have you decided that instead of flying, you'll drive so that you can see more of the sights? A cross-country road trip can be an exciting and educational way to see the country. But while nobody wants their vehicle to break down on a trip like this, it's a good idea to plan for this eventuality. Before you do anything else, here are some things you'll need to do or have for emergencies:

The grass was soft and green, reserved for those who wanted to lie down or sit. A sweet aroma of flowers overflowed near by like s shinning light, but was hidden by the untrimmed bushes and wildly growing trees. Up above me was the beautiful, high noon blue sky spotted with fluffy, white clouds and airplanes flying by. I emerged into the parking lot and stopped happily as a squirrel under a tree. Hesitating to proceed anywhere further I took a few

The lake was brilliant, its aquamarine water scintillating in the warm light. The cool breeze, tickling the back of my ears, created slight ripples in the translucent water.

While driving around, I suddenly spotted a stranger. She was a tall and voluptuous woman, with golden hair that seemed to flow like water in the gentle summer breeze and leggings as tight as a painted on coating. Her sweater was a deep cherry red and her smile illuminated all of her surroundings. With an innocent wave, she gestured that she was a hitchhiker. I smiled back at her with my dimples raised, eyes twinkling, and nodded for her to hop in. ‘Yes, she is the one.’ I thought.

It was Friday night, the day before our family vacation. I was getting everything ready loading the truck. My wife, Anna Conley was packing my two beautiful kids. They were so excited that when it was bed time, they had trouble falling asleep. After I gave my beautiful kids a goodnight kiss, I went to take a cold shower and got ready for bed. My wife was already sleeping by the time I got out the shower. Surprisingly my daughter, Maria and my son, Max were soundly asleep. My kids both love to fish with me and their mother. They are the greatest gift I have ever received. They always make me feel like I am the best father in the world.

A few minutes later, I walked back down Atlantic Road. My home was a few houses away from where I staggered with my tired steps. I started to walk more slowly, not wanting my time alone to end. Church bells tolled in the distance again, but I didn’t pay them any attention this time. The houses on this road seemed like they sucked up all the dull colors in the world like a sponge. Everything was murky grey with streaks of brown from the dead grass on every lawn. Since I was so used to this, I noticed the bright yellow roses on Mr. and Mrs. Crompton’s yard right away. They had to have been dug out and planted here recently, since I didn’t notice them when I left. It’s not everyday you get to see these rare, beautiful things in a pool of

The driveway we turned on was full of potholes, jarring me around as we pulled in towards the house. There was very little gravel coating the road, but what gravel was there crunched underneath the tires as we came to a stop in front of a double-wide trailer than was in desperate need of a new paint job. The old green paint was peeling off and falling to the ground. The flecks of paint were littering the ground like dreary green snowflakes. Yet, there were no puppies in sight.