Gravel road

over the tree trunks and rocks that blocked our way, we arrived at the upper trailhead, spent. We set the hated thing down and fell on the ground to catch our breath before tackling the last mile down and around the ski slopes on the rough service road we hadn't used coming up. Once again, there we were, about to tackle the longest part of the carry (we quit calling it a hike a half hour before) in the heat of the day. Gaaaaak! We carried the litter another hundred yards and found ourselves standing

bridge slowed and crossed it then sped up as we approached the hill after it. The hill is pretty bad because the road curves sharply to the right going up and the angle of the road slants the wrong way. Also, there are steep cliffs on both sides of the road. We started up the hill fine; made it to the curve, then in the middle of the curve we hit the grader bump that marked the end of road maintenance. Jerad couldn't quite keep control of the light truck and we went into a slide. We slid into the left

you drive along this curve till you get to the first right turn onto the 280th road. You stay on this highway till you get to the decrepit house with the large lawn, stick pile out front, and the fencing company sign. The green Brantford Covenant Church sign should help you also. Keep going east on 7th Road past the collapsed barn that is as old as the dirt it’s foundation is planted in. Go until you get to Bismark Road. Then turn north. Make sure you slow down because of all the deer. Drive

up to the overhead compartment and took out my Aviators to shield my eyes from the bright autumn sun. The leaves were golden yellow. Yes, the weather was perfect for a Sunday drive. My mom sat next to me on the wide bench seat, ready to head up the road into “Pillsbury.” Minnesota's oldest state forest boasts a mix of deciduous and coniferous trees over 40 square miles dotted with small lakes and ponds. Every fall, the maples, aspens, birches, and oaks transform the rolling hills into a palette of

One winter day as I was sitting on the couch, scrolling through Facebook on my phone, my dad said to me, "Come outside. You're about to learn how to drive a manual." I got up slowly, and looked at him with a dreadful look. I really did not want to drive. I wasn't about to tell my dad no, though, so I put on a light jacket and opened the door. I was greeted by a cold breeze and a honk from the horn of the car I was about to drive. It was a 1988 Toyota Celica My dad told me, "Ok, this car has a bad

Four-wheeling Trouble Mistakes happen for them to be lessons, which I found that out in 2016 when I was at Anna Dirksen’s house. At the time we were really bored so we walked outside. As we were outside, we both saw her four-wheeler. Anna spoke while we were staring at her four-wheeler, “Wanna get on?”. “Sure” I answered. As we were sitting on the four-wheeler, Anna asked if I wanted to go ride on it down in the pasture. I said “Sure, it would seem fun”, so we rode down to the pasture. I was scared

Badlands Loop a 40.03-mile road around Badlands National Park, South Dakota. The scenery did not have the splendor of the Grand Canyon or the natural geysers of Yellowstone. However, the sandstone formations, surround by the prairie grassland were special. Just after sunrise, the long theatrical shadows on the water and wind carved features, created an eerie landscape. Nevertheless, this did not deter a group of bighorn sheep from grazing on the side of the gravel road. After a brief stop to admire

While the loop relatively enclosed on campus is safe, other asphalt surfaces are actually on the roads. Asphalt being one of the most accessible surfaces, it is to easy to measure distance, and lastly it’s relatively easy to keep a steady pace. However, with asphalts surfaces in the city, it leads to pot-holes, traffic, and if at night other dangers

The first thing I do when I finally get home, after sliding face up, with my bike and soccer bag forming a haphazard 45 pound pile resting on my chest, down the near vertical 50 foot gravel slope of a highway overpass in construction, is find out the extent to which the outer layers of my skin are still connected to my back. I do this in the garage, careful that only brother is with me because I know my parents will worry. As I pull up my shirt, revealing my raw back to the glaring white LEDs overhead

neighbors. what may appear awkward about my neighborhood is that all the houses are positioned on the same side of the road as my house. Surprisingly, on the other side of the road, there are just trees. There are more houses down the road, but I do not consider them my neighbors because that distance is more than I am willing to walk for a cup of sugar. If one is looking from the road at my house. it would appear that I only have two neighbors. One that lives behind my house, and another that lives