The ride to the school was a breeze. I was excited and so were the kids. After dropping them off I headed home. It was all uphill the whole the way back. Eeek!
Keith was wonderful. I had him ride on the "hitchhiker" because I didn't know if he could make it all the way to the school and back. It's 8 miles roundtrip.
He sang the whole way home. It was like having a bike radio. lol He even helped pedal on the tough inclines. A few times he cheered for me "C'mon mom. Keep pedaling! You are doing good!"
I took a video but you can't see much. I was biking so I had to blindly aim the camera in Keith's general direction. I'm pretty sure he was making up the words as he went. I tried to get him to sing his favorite camp song "there's no God like Jehovah."
Our afternoon ride was a nightmare. My bike had a flat so Keith rode his little bike and I went on rollerblades. My rollarblades were broken so it was exhausting to keep up with the kids. Keith crashed twice and Annika once. Both were skinned and bleeding. I wondered if we'd make it home. Eventually we did and all was fine. Annika even posed for a picture of her wounds.