The girls called to see if I could pick them up from the bike trail. They’d gone out riding and somewhere between the in-town house and the end toward camp, one of the bikes starting giving them problems. Of course I said I’d come get them. I drove up to the trail in the van as close as I could get without actually driving on it. I could see the three girls were not far away, otherwise I might’ve turned right and driven all the way down to get them just to be funny, and to show her I would’ve done it for her too.

They thought the whole debacle was hilarious, as girls do. I was just happy everyone was okay. I did begin laughing at the next ridiculous challenge which was to fit three bikes and three girls into the minivan. It seemed like it should’ve been able to be done. While they were walking toward me with their bikes I was putting down the back seats and moving sandals and large Styrofoam pieces out of the way. We had to also put down one of the middle bucket seats, which left us short a seat for bringing the girls back into town. It was a windy and cold 32 degrees.

The all volunteered to ride in the back, but I told them I could not risk other people’s children’s lives. I told my daughter to drive and that I would sit back there. She was like, “Mom I’ll just sit back here, it’s fine”, and I was like “Whatever, fine” and got in the front. The bikes were dropped off. The two other girls were dropped off. My daughter got her car and was actually back home a few minutes before I was. I had to stop and get gas on the way home and for pictures by the airport.