What a week! New and old friends coming together to create a symphony of laughter, banter, and adventure. We had many “Young Sons” and even a father and mother in our midst and still the adventures raged on.
Downhill mountain biking left many bruised, battered, and bleeding. In fact, I think I’ll have a few scars for years to come from this trip. Sometimes fun involves getting a little bloody. The perfect place to be while mountain biking is right between being a downhill out-of-control missile and taking a safe pace guaranteeing a nice pleasant ride down. It’s right between those two when you come alive. When you use your speed to crank into turns leaning more horizontal than vertical. When you take a jump and everything freezes in time for a moment between take off and landing. When you drop in on a down hill so steep that to keep from going over your handlebars you move your butt back overtop your back tire. Just don’t sit down like that, it would be a rough awakening. Those are the moments you come alive. But, when you ride that line long enough, there are times that you don’t keep the wise advice I overheard a father giving his sons. “Keep the rubber side down!!!” he yelled as his boys took off down the mountain. Looking over at me, he smiled “Never hurts to remind them,” and followed suite disappearing down the hill.
The week was filled with hikes, bikes, grilling, driveway basketball, black bear visits, and conversations that ranged from life philosophies to most embarrassing moments. You name it and it was on the table to be dissected, digested, and dialogued.
I’ll take a second dose of that week please with a side of sweet potato fries and a blueberry frozen delight.
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