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...Mount Snow Mountain Bike School in Vermont teaches cyclists how to negotiate the loose gravel, mud surfaces and obstacles of mountain paths, as well as offering lessons in map reading and bike maintenance. "I thought I was just going for a bike ride on back roads in New England," says Connecticut Insurance Consultant Karen Daly, 29. "They teach you how to jump logs, and we rode through a ski trail with grass up to your waist, wildflowers...
When God created the American West, to paraphrase Mark Twain, he provided plenty of whiskey to drink and just enough water to fight over. In Twain's day, the Forty-Niners feuded with fists and pistols over who could divert which Sierra streams to separate gold from gravel. In the teens and Roaring Twenties, thirsty young Los Angeles brashly laid claim to a snow-fed mountain river, piped it 230 miles south to the city and dispatched armed guards to protect the aqueduct from outraged locals wielding dynamite...
...rubles, bought out the town's supply of Sputnik toothpaste, Soviet flags and T shirts commemorating the Russian Revolution. The Americans gave Oleg Kulinkin, who functions as mayor, a Xerox copier, the town's first, and a gas generator to power it. As the Alaskans headed toward the gravel runway for their return, the group's tour guide said, "I think you must come back. Soon is better than later...
...Memorial Day weekend the invaders descended with a vengeance. Each day some 250 ATVs gathered on a stretch of the Black River near Centerville, a wide-open area of gravel bars and shallow water. The weekend warriors jousted at one another with their three- and four-wheel vehicles, running up and down the riverbed with abandon. As some ATV riders sat chugging beer on the bank, cohorts roared past at breakneck speeds, narrowly missing other vehicles. Music blasted from portable radios and car stereos, commingling with the whoops of riders and the growl of unmuffled engines. The air stank...
...polished concrete floor of the store's veranda became too great on a recent Friday night, a score or more of folks took to dancing in the street anyway. Scuffed cowboy boots and battered sneakers kicked up dust and occasionally sent crushed aluminum beer / cans skittering across the gravel surface. The excited yelps of dancers wafted off into the desert toward arid mountain ranges swathed in the pale light of a distant moon, keeping silent watch over the U.S.-Mexican border...