Betsy
Betsy is her full name, but we call her “Bets” for short.
“Come on, Bets,” we mutter, as she climbs mountains. We pat the center armrest, “You can do this, old girl!”
Mountain
I stepped out of the car, inhaled the fresh mountain air, and experienced the tingly joy of the crisp molecules filling each tiny alveoli in my lungs. I surveyed the autumn colors on the trees surrounding the cabin and I heard the unexpectedly loud roar of the water from the creek behind the cabin.