The paths that surrounded the immense forests of campsites was getting boring. We had not a clue in the world where we were bike riding too. The unfamiliar rocky roads were leading us to places we've never seen before. We lost the smoky smell of campfires to a crisp scent of Douglas fir trees. I followed my friends as the they came to a stop. I approached slowly to see a narrow, scary and long steep hill, with and an enormous cliff that dropped into an abyss in front of me. The cliff, dropping off with many tall trees and rocks at the bottom, looked so much more terrifying as a little girl. My eyes locked on the narrow path, I wonder how I will ever get down. My bike remained old and only had back wheel brakes, so I had to ponder of the