My trip began this afternoon around 1:30. With knowledge I had a long journey ahead of me, I took some time off of work this afternoon in hopes I could make it to Ryan’s house before dark. At nearly five hours long, the trip proved exhausting. Although the scenery on the trip grew increasingly more stunning as I drove, my stationary position behind the wheel wore as the miles passed. With stiff legs and heavy eyes, I eventually made it to the sleepy town of Luck, which reminded me somewhat of my home town. Small businesses lined the town’s main street, and people milled about the quiet streets. On my way through I took a few minutes to walk through the town before getting back in my car and driving the rest of the trip to Ryan’s house. Exhausted, I finally arrived at Ryan’s house a little after 6:30 pm. Pulling into the driveway, I was taken by the log cabin resting in a remote portion of the woods next to an otherwise unpopulated lake. The old forest surrounded the cabin with the exception of a small stretch of shoreline on the far side of the property. Before knocking on the door of the cabin I walked to property and took in surroundings. The area was pristine and peaceful, which was a welcomed sight after my long journey.