Last year I took Diga to a cyclocross race in Kansas and we had a great time. Of course it reality was that it was a pain, from getting up early, getting him ready, to locking my keys in the car and calling my wife for help. But like the thanksgiving at my grandparent's house, all Diga will remember is the great time we had and the trophy he won, the beef jerky, and root beer! I am great with that.
This year, I took he and the Chick to explore the Wild Azalea Trail, a 31 mile stretch of single track multi-use trail. The ironic part is that I will remember this as a fond and enjoyable memory and they will probably remember it as "the time dad got mad because we wouldn't use our gears again and we whined because it was hard."
They are smiling now, give it about 20 minutes!!!
Crushing leaves under fat tires is a wonderful sound!
We did about 2.5 miles out before we turned around. Notice the smile? Neither do I.
Diga on the other hand is quick to show a smile.
This trail is nice but a little overgrown in spots. Diga cleaned up on this stretch. Strangely it took us significantly less time returning to the car.
I would consider this event to have been a success. It turned out to be a quiet ride on the way home.
The best part was that dinner was ready by the time we got home!