She sped down the gravel road, fishtailing all the way, eyeing the drops on either side of the road. A jackrabbit hopped on to the road and she slowed, but did not stop. The green rolling hills looked more like mountains than foothills.
She turned onto a steeper dirt road, geared down and climbed. The descent gave way to a tree covered pathway through the forest. Glimpses of sunset on water peeked through the branches. The lake was hid amid the forest, but she found the way.
She chose to take no pictures. This was for her eyes alone. It was time to live how she wanted. It was time to flavour her life with the spices she liked, the spices that tasted good to her.
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