Imagine...

Imagine a field of golden grass. Paths wind through the terrain. Your on your bike, the wind in your face and the sounds of birds nearby. Grasshoppers hop away from you every inch of ground you cover. You pedal just to hear the whinny of your bike tires on the beaten down grass. The grass sways in the wind and the lonely apple tree at the top of a single hill shows a resting place for shade and fresh apples. Ah, the luxuries of the smells, sights, and sounds of Northland.