I have been wanting to increase my range from home ever since I got back from Portland. So when MaLora told me that she and her son were going on a ride to Greenlake and did I want to come along? I was scared for a minute and then jumped on it!
Eventually, everyone was hungry so we went to this cute little cafe I'd never seen before that has coffee, crepes, and teriyaki. What a combination, right!?! But it was delicious and they had play area for the kiddos. Because somehow an hour+ at the park was not enough!
We headed home soon after and it was uphill pretty much the whole way. It was fairly gradual, though, and I was surprised at my progress. I chatted with MaLora as I climbed hills that would have been impossible for to ride up when I first started biking with the kids only four short months ago. We split up when we were about 2 miles from our respective houses to finish our rides.
I turned down a road that looked overgrown only to discover that it was, in fact, a hidden cove of huge luxury homes with fancy gates and manicured yards. Plus, there was giant hill. Not wanting to invade the rich people's space I tried to turn around. I had never tried to execute a U-turn on a hill. It probably would have been fine if I wasn't carrying any cargo, but with 65+ pounds of children on board, not counting seats and gear, it was a huge mistake. And as soon as I turned the handlebars I knew it and we were on the ground before I could do a single thing.
Zeke was crying and Gideon was screaming and sobbing "Oh no!!! The bwackberries!!! We won't have any for the Winter!!!" Someone has clearly been reading too much Blueberry Sal. I unbuckled and removed them from their seats in turn. Zeke was calm but Gideon was devastated that all his hard work had spilled onto the street. Once I stood up the bike and picked up the berries all was right with the world.