Our bike path happens to be next to a farmer's market, so our first order of business was to get a pastry. You know, energy for the road.
Then we rode for a while. Four miles, to be exact. Our son rang his bike bell, looked for grumpy old trolls under the bridges, and tickled my husband's bottom while we rode.
We were extra lucky this Saturday, because there was actually water in the river, which is dry 99 percent of the time. We'd had a nice rain storm the day before, and the water was still running down from the mountains.
After our grueling ride, we ended up back at the farmer's market. Time for...
...a popsicle! It was not quite 9 am, but it was already hot, and I have to admit that popsicle was a great idea.
Nice use of the thirds rule on the last photo:) and the focus is superb
ReplyDeleteThanks! I have to admit, I took about a zillion photos in this area, and these were among a small handful that were in focus to my satisfaction. :)
DeleteThe best kind of bike ride: one with sweets. Great pictures, really felt the fun.
ReplyDeleteThanks! We had so much fun. I can't wait for tomorrow's ride.
DeleteSuch a great tradition to have! Hope Josh's knee heals up pronto so you can cycle again soon.
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