At the end of our mega bike trail blazing and serene fishing, we headed to a shelter for a fire to warm us up, food to fill us up, and fellowship to surround us. Nothing defines memories as riding on the tailgate of a truck with the giggling of nieces and the imagination of woodland fairies and sprites as we journey to the shelter. We sure were glad that we were riding on the tailgate and not pumping the pedals of our bikes again along the stretch of this Springbrook hill.
No comments:
Post a Comment