The path zigzagged up the steep slope.

One's life is like going far with a burden on one's back.

Where there's a will, there's a way.

The road across the mountain was narrow, and what's more, it was a steep slope.

Anything like a road was covered with water that had flooded out of the river.

Because, no matter if we have got lost, I'd hate to sleep outside this sort of place.

The two roads cross there.

It was full of spider webs and stuff, but there didn't seem to be any other way to go, so we firmed up our resolve and went.

The Rangers lead the way.

We sped into the narrow track, hardly dropping any speed. "It's a short cut!" "Oi! It's a footpath!!"

How many strokes does the kanji for "michi" have?

An old woman is walking across the road.

Practice makes perfect.

All is fair in love and war.

History goes on with old ideas giving way to the new.

The traveler stopped to ask me the way.

Fallen rocks cut off the only access to the village.

Please tell me the way to the post office.

Can you direct me to the post office?

The drugstore is at the end of this road.