We stopped along the way so the boys could show me their impressive strength:
We cut through a new sub to get to this old road:
Henry, apparently not having caught the gravel riding bug, was wishing he'd brought his mountain bike.
We bushwhacked to the creepy house:
Henry wouldn't go any closer to it, but Sam wanted to peak inside:
Sam asked, "Can we go in?" No.
On the way home, we stopped for a Milky Way break:
and then a pleasant cruise home. We did about eight miles, and Henry did just fine on his new(ish) Trek hybrid. It's possible my eldest may turn into a road biker more than a mountain biker. That's fine, too.
The next night, I had to pick up Kate from an after school play date back in Dublin. Of course, I rode, taking the long way there and rolling through the Metro Park on the way home. We stopped when we spotted this little turtle:
and I began teaching Kate the important life skill of how to drink from a bike bottle:
The water mostly hit her shirt on the first try, but she improved. We'll get more practice this summer, since we'll have to ride farther to get to any playground.