Peterson Mountain.

Some go this way, some go that way--we just follow them. Wherever they lead us is where we end up. We get lost, but somehow we always find our way back. They're the trails on Peterson Mountain--a lot like life.

This is a photo essay I did the last time my friends and I road our atvs on Peterson Mountain, the mountain I grew up on in northeast Pennsylvania. There's about 9 or 10 miles of ridable trails for atvs through mostly private land. Luckily, I own 7 acres on the mountain, which is what we use as our gateway in. The rest is just not getting caught. And to have one heck of a good time.


And take plenty of breaks. Mike, Chris and Jay give their engines a rest in a hollow just after summiting the back side of the mountain.


Mike gettin' squirly on a straight shot, as he usually does.


Rooster Party on a gravel flat.


Rooster.


Roosted.


Mike gettin' not so squirly on a straight shot--with good reason.


Mike gettin' way too squirly close to my camera.


Tippittee Top. This peek on the east side of the mountain overlooks the valley down below, through which flows the north branch of the Susquehanna River. Mike, Chris and Jay take a peek.


And just as Peterson Mountain can pass by at close to 50 mph on the wide open terrain, again, so to can life. But at least it's one heck of a good time.