The old road then descends to join the new.

The road descended in a more-or-less straight line, although there were still mountains ahead of them.

The road was descending to the bottom of the valley.

The air felt clear, warming as the road descended from the higher elevations.

The road descended to a narrow bridge over a small river that flowed slowly.

In two or three minutes more, we stopped where the road took a turn, and descended to lower ground.

Beyond the rise, the road descended to a long, straight flat.

On the far side, their road descended into a dark wood.

Now the road was descending into a valley, a lush region that should have held farms.

The valley looked even lovelier by morning; and soon the road descended to the level of the river.