Montrose hill called to us once again this holiday weekend. We came by bicycle, Rollerblades, scooter, and training wheels. I’m always surprised by how much prep work goes into a 45 minute excursion. I had to take down the seats in the Honda Odyssey, then lay down the over sized tarp, roll in the bikes, pack the snacks, and drinks and load everyone on to the mini-van so we could leave.
Once there, it was well worth it. Ry raced ahead of everyone in his red, motor-cross bike. My wife scooted along on the silver and blue Razor scooter, well aware of any bumps on the bike path. And J, wearing his bright red Sesame Street helmet, carefully paced himself on his bike with training wheels, while I cruised around on my Rollerblades, hoping to not fall on my unprotected knees.
Ry decided he wanted to ride down the hill. While somewhat reluctant, we agreed the worst that could happen was some grass burns. He walked what felt like a very long journey to the top of the hill. I gave him the thumbs up. And then he pedaled, coasted, and screamed for joy,”WHOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!.” We went back to the van, had some drinks, snacks, and made plans to run through the sprinkler when we got home.