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It was the first Saturday in weeks that nothing was planned. No soccer games. No lacrosse games. No baseball games. No First Communion parties. No graduation parties. No yard work. Just a wide open, free day.
As we sat down to eat a big batch of Farmer’s Breakfast—eggs, hash browns, veggies, and sausage all fried up together in one big mish-mash—I asked the clan what they wanted to do. The unanimous vote was a bike ride.
So, half of the family cleaned up while the other half went out to repair and load seven bikes on the family trickster—a not-so-new Honda Pilot. To get all the bikes on one vehicle, we lay down the interior seats and put two inside. The rest go on the rack on the back and we drive two cars to the trail head.