Disclaimer: Not mine, merely borrowed for 100 words
For the "Pathfinder" challenge
On and On
He remembered it from his youthful wanderings, a narrow ribbon curling northwest from Whitwell, but when he looked for it again there was only tangled blackberry and eglantine. Forty years later, a faded map in a dusty book rekindled his interest.
After a few summery afternoons directing Frodo and Sam, the three of them fortified by a full-to-bursting picnic basket and several bottles of beer, the path was cleared, and well worth their blisters. Sweetly scented of honeysuckle, it curves and dips, winding its way toward the Great East Road, where the White Towers glimmer somewhere just out of sight.