The Ridge

The Ridge

One charming day, I was sailing away in my boat with my bike. I was going biking up steep, terrifying mountains. The clouds were clear and fluffy like cotton and the sea was calm and peaceful with the little waves.

I jumped out of my boat and splashed in the water. My socks and shoes got wet and soggy. I carefully grabbed my bike out of the boat and stood it up on the sand where there's no water. I got on my bike and started riding over the bumpy rocks up ahead. I was excited and ready and my hands were shaking and my legs were ready to patle.

After riding over those bumpy rocks I got higher and started leaping over rocks to rocks like parkour. I was feeling so proud of myself, but I little terrified. My bike got weak up the mountains so I had to carry it up.

When I got to the top I felt my legs getting stronger and tougher. I got back on my bike and started going down and I felt my heart beating really fast as a cheetah running as fast as it could.

As I was still riding my bike I got to another high mountain and again I had to carry my bike up the mountain. I was exhausted and couldn’t be bothered but I just did it anyway. I was at the top and I could see the hot yellow sun and everything. It was a good place to have a full look.

I had to go back down again and head back to my boat out in the beautiful sea. There was a electric wire line and I was thinking to do I flip over it and I did. Got back from where I started and just sat down and relaxed.

After relaxing, the sun was rising down, so it was time to head back to my boat and sail back home. When I saw the sun rising down it looked really beautiful and appealing.