Dirt road

the area, and they informed us of a monastery up in the mountains about two hours walking distance away from the town. Nevertheless, the hotel owners assured us that once we passed a couple turns on the main highway and turned off onto the main, dirt-road trail leading up through the mountains to the monastery, the path would…

Gray-Stoned Beach I walked along the quiet, winding trail; the smell of a thousand pines filling my nose. There were no people here due to the light rain, but it didn't bother me. It was peaceful. I turned a sharp corner, immediately greeted by a blast of icy ocean air. The Pacific Ocean roared with power in front of me, white caps crashing against the high walls of rock. I stared down the ragged cliff, gazing down at a small beach in a crevasse of the cliff. A small trail seemed to lead to it.…

“Yes.” I didn’t want to chance anyone having the time to arrive home and having to introduce Blair. He walked to the door without another word. In the car he remained silent as I led him outside of town to the Crossroads Subdivision. The only conversation was my simple cues to turn right or left. Blair slowed the car to a stop in front of the log house. “Thanks Blair!” I said before stepping from the car. Halfway up the walk the front door opened and Jack appeared. His genuine smile shone…

Christmas that we went on a bike riding trip to University of California Santa Barbara (UCSB). I thought I was going to injure myself and never move again after the bike riding trip. The journey went better than I expected, until we approached a muddy dirt path we had go across. The muddy path made me indecisive about where to ride on the path or if I should just go home. I cautiously went in the muddy path. As I rode into the mud, I sank into the mud like slime or quicksand. I rapidly hurried…

once created with the type of gravel that crunches and crackles like pop rocks in water. Every step further lead us out of familiarity, inching into an unfamiliar landscape. Furthermore, the probability of returning to the fluorescent tourist filled road dwindled. The insurmountable maze we had stumbled upon threw us in a daze. As a result, we had not a single speculation in our conscious minds on where…

Holly Bradbury Mr. Snelgrove English 12 9/20/2015 The Trail of Transition “I, in my state of self-discovery, am fulfilled. The Trail echoes this as each footstep knocks, proclaiming ownership of my fate. The way is mine as my beliefs pave the lengths before me. They are not smooth, yet mine.” These are the words in which one could find themselves repeating as they conquer a long rigorous thru-hike over the Sierra Nevada or a pilgrimage across Vermont. Often, we find ourselves in transition. This…

My dad had been racing street stocks at Tri County Motor Speedway and Hickory Motor Speedway since before i was born on December 9th, 1998 he raced full time for several years afterwards until my sisters were born when he began racing on only a part time basis. Until he finally retired and only made a start here and there in 2014 i began racing in the Renegade division at Hickory Motor Speedway finishing tied for 5th in points in my rookie year out of 18 drivers throughout the year. In 2015 i…

I gathered my satchel, umbrella and notepad to start my exploration of Oahu's Byodo-In Temple. I shoved a crumpled green wad of paper at a man sitting in a small booth near the entrance. He took my money and gave me a half-smile. I found my way to the bridge that crossed a small creek of muddy, water that was swelling from the many days of rain we had in the past few days. While partially crossing the bridge, I stopped mid-stroll in amazement of the grand structure that was beore me. All of the…

better highway/road system.The roads are not good at all thats why its always rush hour and traffic be getting stopped up. This is not something that just started, because according to Eric Arneasn back then like in the 1900’s “most roads that existed were unpaved. Also author Eric Arneasn said “there was a point that needed to be made “There was a desperate need for better , safer , and faster highways in america”. I feel there is a solution to this. While riding on the bus the roads be…

“The Road Not Taken” shows his capability of writing his poems about life, as if he was familiar with the origins of the earth. In fact, Robert has lived in various farms throughout his life: Frost has experience in nature’s environment. While living on the Derry farm he was able to write great poems, but at the age of thirty-eight he sold his farm to move to England with his family, and there he arrived with three completed books: two were published in England (Voices and Visions). "The Road…