Road trip

almost every tourist spot, some of which gave you a panoramic view of the mountains. The views appeared surreal and took my breath away. Yes, I could go on and on about the beauty of this city, but that's not quite what this story IS about. On this trip, my family and I got up close and personal with some areas of Sedona that one wouldn't call “tourist hotspots.” The town of Jerome is an old mining town built at the base of a mountain, that now has lots of shops and restaurants, and we decided to

luxurious offer. I scurried down the stairs, grabbed my penny loafers, ran back up the stairs, and out the door to the buggy, which was halted in the driveway with my sister waiting. After I hopped on, she pulled out of the driveway and traveled down the road on our way to church. The service was very inspiring, as always, and the knowledge that I had acquired made my day even better. As we walked out the doors of the church and headed to the buggy, I asked my sister if I could drive back to the house but

was in Portland. Oh, sure. Every town has their idiots who can't drive on dry road, let alone slick ones. But for the most part, Portland Oregon isn't a bad place to drive through during a snow storm. I had just fueled up at the truck stop just east of town and was ready to get started on a five day trip to Philadelphia. Having a relatively light load in the box, I didn't bother to weigh. I simply wanted to get on the road and hopefully get ahead of the storm that was dumping snow to the tune of about

Frost presents in the poem’s title with the negative phrase, “The Road Not Taken.” This title establishes the element of the lamentation concerning the lost thing. Frost also adds, “Two roads diverged in a yellow wood” throws scenario into the conflict. The repetition makes the merit of the decision of the traveler relative instead of defining precisely as correct. Thus, it requires the reader’s consideration by ascertaining nature of the sentiment of the persona. In that case, the poem makes the

towards Kerrville and the landscape starts to change drastically. No longer are we driving on flat land but now the car is climbing small hills and the road winds. We drive in this direction until we reach the vast acres of ranch land located on a lonely farm road between the small cities of Junction and Menard. If you drive too fast down the winding road, you will miss the old metal gate that is almost hidden by brush trees. My husband is the hunter, yet I love to come with him, because this is the

early in the morning and I was jumping around ready to go. I packed my bags and then I put them in the car. My parents finished putting everything else in the car. When we started down the road, we stopped at a gas station to get some gas. I said ,”Dad, can I get some candy?”, he said,”Yes!”. Back on the road, it was taking forever!. I replied, ”Can we go to the restroom?” Dad said ,”we will stop at the next exit”. When we were finished in the restroom, Dad said, “We are almost there.” Finally, we

One of my favorite things to do while I am cycling at the lake is to connect with some of the many cyclists who are doing cross Canada cycling trips. Our cottage is near Kenora, Ontario on Lake of the Woods and is a prime location to meet up with cross-Canada cyclists. Highway 17 which runs along the shoreline of Lake of the Woods is really the only route a cross-Canada cyclist can take through this area of Ontario. They stick out like a sore thumb. Their bikes will be heavily laden with panniers

Whether you are a pet owner or you just love animals, seeing a stray on the side of the road likely breaks your heart a little. While your initial reaction might be to pull over right away and help the animal, there are several factors you need to take into consideration. The Location Whether you are traveling down a rural road, along a busy freeway, or just taking a trip through town when you see a stray cat or dog, you will have to pull over to help the animal. Look in your rear-view mirror.

Something I have experienced in the last year I was living in West Virginia I was there studying. West Virginia is known for its beautiful mountains and views. Thousands of people come from all over the world to experience the beauty of West Virginia. A couple friends and myself decided to go Hiking near Blackwater Falls State park which is around two hours from where I lived. I was very excited as I have never been hiking before.there was six of us all together and we decided to go on July tenth

Bowling allies, motels, movie theaters, and diners in every small town. Now that’s not something that we as small town residence are used to, but that’s how it used to be. Back when Highway 66 was in its prime and road trips where a typical summer occurrence. This was something that America’s younger generations will never know. In The Grapes of Wrath a novel written by John Steinbeck, Highway 66 was a vital element to the Okies travel. However after researching the topic, today Highway 66’s importance