The Hills

The school dismissal bell has just rung and I walk slowly towards the back of the building towards the athletic wing. As I walk towards the trophy case, I am walking by memory because i am distracted by my own thoughts floating through my head of all the things I need to do before the day ends. My ends go back to focus and I find myself with the rest of my cross country team. Today is Tuesday, and we have a meet. Tuesday is the longest day of my week. After going to school for seven hours, I have

Pikes Peak Have you ever looked off a tall cliff? Now Imagine going 30 mile per hour on a bike with curvy roads with huge cliffs on your side with no rails. I left with my family from our hotel in Manitou springs, Colorado. From the hotel we drove to a bike tour place to take us up Pikes Peak. When we got the building we saw pictures of how big the cliffs were, but another thing scared me even more was the fact they had no side rails. When I saw that there were no side rails I was really excited

most congested in town, and the streets are not safe to walk late at night. Fortunately, I wake every morning to the most beautiful sun lit house. I sit on my porch sipping coffee, while I drink in an atmosphere that steals my breath away. Rolling hills lay before me that undulate until they crash into golden purple mountains. Oh how they are covered in spectacular fauna, ever blooming foliage, and trees that are heavy with pungent fruit.

replied as Ben heard the “click, click, click” of the car’s directional going on and Ben knew they were turning. “Are we going through that?” Ben asked his dad indicating the path they had just turned on that led through two of the big mountains up to a hill on a ridge. “if you want to get to our cabin anytime soon, then yes.” Once they had parked the car in front of their cabin, Ben

Mount Jeez overlooks the Malabar Farm and much of the Pleasant Valley. In its actuality it really is just a big hill. Mount Jeez lays in a great line, like a spine of land, providing a crystal clear view of the sky. The rumbling and roaring white wave surge down the mountain side, at some point the wrinkled mountain seems to be cocoon quite whenever a right of snow covered the sky punching the mountain. During the winter season, the snow festoons the mountain peak and embalmed with the tiaras of

realizing it might take a while before could. The next few hours were filled with steps to improve my balance and comfort until I was riding up and down small hills comfortably with decent control of the board. Then Tanner decided that I was ready for a real hill, I was hesitant at first but he convinced me and I soon found myself looking down a hill and questioning what I had done to put myself if this position. Before I really had time to think about it I was going. I gained speed quickly, I could see

They were on their morning walk through the endless trails and old dirt paths that twisted and turned until you saw no end. The trails were covered with fresh snow stacked upon autumn’s forgotten leaves that were never bothered to be picked up. Walking into the woods, holding his gun with an old torn red flannel tee on, Jason has doubts that this might be his last season. Charlie was already climbing down the hillside, straying off the trails, and hoping of making the first kill to prove his worthiness

the basics down, we must keep riding the hills to get better. We rode on two hills called the EZ rider and the terrain. The EZ riders is more for beginners, it’s not as steep as other hills, wider trails, and easier chair lifts to get off. The terrain is a little harder it has jumps, rails, and other obstacles, steeper than most hills, and faster chair lifts. Riding the same hills repetitively slowly became tiresome. With even switching from hill to hill it felt like I was making the same movements

happened. The big time has come. Me and my cross country teammates are all getting ready for our big meet. The meet we all were riding to was Cascade aka known as the “bitch ditch” because one of the enormous hills we go up this little hill and go straight down then up the other big hill again. Right after I got ready I came outside to get on the bus. I could feel the sun beating the hotness right on me and my sweat dripping right off of me. While I went on the bus we are doing the attendance and

the sky. It would’ve been a great day to run, except for the fact that we were running at the El Paso-Gridley course. The course is filled with lots of small hills. There’s a long creek the runners run through