Ever since the fifth grade I have loved to dirt bike ride, especially trail riding because it keeps my senses alert as well as my reflexes. The very first trip I’ve ever been on was up north in Rose City with my cousins from Canada. I remember when we first got up to the campsite all I could smell was the strong pine coming from the deep woods that traveled miles in all directions. As soon as we got there we couldn’t wait to start riding. I remember I was behind my Uncle’s KTM and all I could smell was the 2 stroke gas as I continued to ride behind him. I could even taste it. After every turn I took there was some obstacle, weather it was a burm, a small jump, a set of bumps, or even a branch. All of these obsticles alerted me and prepared me as tho a much bigger obstacle awaited later on. The deeper I got into the woods the more lost I was. My uncle had been riding dirt bikes for decades so he was a lot faster than I was. He finally got too far ahead of me I couldn’t smell the gas of his bike, I couldn’t even see him. I hadn’t realized I was lost until the trail split in half and I didn’t know which way to go. I was alone in the woods miles deep into them and I had no idea what to do. I eventually shut off my bike and waited for the rear to join me. It was fifteen minutes i had been waiting for all alone and i was nervous. Those fifteen minutes felt like hours. As the rear finally joined me, we continued to ride for a few minutes and then we took a small water break. I shut off my bike and guzzled down my fruit punch gatorade as the sweat was rushing down my face.  My uncle told me that there was a surprise ahead,however he kept its origin a mystery. I kept on wondering what the surprise was and different thoughts kept racing through my mind. What on earth could it be? We continued riding and a straightaway cut the woods in half.  We entered the straightaway revving our engines. It went on for a few miles and the breeze was unbelievable. We all were going incredibly fast down this straightaway until it sloped down a hundred feet. When I got to the bottom I turned of my bike as I stared at the enormous hill that looked as though I was in the Grand Canyon. The more I studied this hill the more things that I saw. I saw all the foot deep potholes I had to avoid. The millions of little tiny, white pebbles that made up this mountain. Anything could happen but, even though I had my family with me, I was more horrified than when I was lost. This day just refused to end. This hill was the most intimidating thing I have ever come across in my life. I gazed upon this mountain made up of billions of white tiny pebbles the size of a grain of rice and weighed no more than a pea and, put a look on my face that looked as though I was staring King Kong right in the face . The horrifying sight of this mountain made me sick to my stomach just thinking about the fact that I had to go up it. My uncle said we have to go up it. At first I thought he was joking but he wasn’t. He got up in a couple of seconds. I thought I couldn't do it but, I had to in order to continue the ride. I started my bike back up and took a deep breath. As I started going up the hill I didn’t let go of the throttle and when I realized I was almost at the top it felt like I was on the hill for minutes. I finally got to the top and my uncle said “did you like the surprise.” The second I stared at the enormous hill that I just accomplished all by myself, I smiled and I felt invincible. I had so much confidence built up in me I felt I could take on anything. When I stood at the top of the hill I looked down at it and realized that I should never judge something by the way it looks.