The Trip

Over this past summer, I had gone four-wheeling a lot. I usually go with my family, mainly my brother, grandfather, and a few others I am close with. My grandfather is generally a cheerful, outgoing, intelligent, and funny individual. He is one of my biggest supporters and is ultimately my best friend. After a few days of rain, there was a sunny day this past summer my grandfather, brother, neighbor, and I all decided that it would be a good day to go on a four-wheeling trip that was local meaning in the Lisbon, Litchfield, Sabattus, Richmond, and Bowdin area. My grandfather is an optimistic person he said that ¨you only live once¨. This is one of his most used phrases.

As we were getting all set up to go and getting our gear out it began to rain. Not down pouring just sprinkling, but we decided to go out anyways. After gearing up my brother set off first on his own four-wheeler, then my neighbor Jason, my grandfather, and me. First stopped to get gas and then headed out on our adventure. As we got further and further into the woods it got messier. The puddles were filled with the rain that we had gotten in the past week making them dangerously deep for what we were doing. At one point my brother even asked ¨should we turn around?¨ to which the rest of us responded with ¨were already here we might as well go for it¨. My neighbor went through it first with no problems, then my grandfather and I decided that we´d go next because my brother was still very hesitant. We had made it through with little to no problems other than sliding around in the mud and getting drenched in it.

Then my brother had no choice but to go through it but because he was on a Yamaha Blaster it doesn’t have much of a height to it making it sink below the mud and invisible. You could see the fear on his face. I personally am not very hard to make laugh and because I saw his face I just about died of laughter. He was mentioning that he didn’t think he would ¨make it out¨ and if he did his ¨four wheeler would be done for¨. My brother got stuck mid-way and us knowing the longer he sits there the more complicated it’d be to pull him out so my grandfather yelled to my brother telling him to ¨attach the winch to the bar¨ that was on the front of Ethan’s four-wheeler. After about five minutes we finally got him winched out of the mud and all he wanted to do was ¨go home¨. He was not very fond of himself at this point.

As we continued on the trail more and more trenches and obstacles appeared ahead of us. It got to the point where my neighbor didn’t even want to go through it never mind my brother and his little four-wheeler. My neighbor asked ¨is it too late to turn around now?¨, I think this is the most serious I’ve ever seen him be and you could see it in his face. However, we continued on.

“Mud” by thealmightyprophetgitboy is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 2.0.