And yes, that's the kiddie trailer in the lower right corner of the photo. And in the upper right, you can see the shadow of Betsy on her bike. We rode the Mission Trails again, but frankly it was a miserable ride.
I had very high hopes for the ride. For the first time, I packed snacks and drinks for the kids, hoping that it would give them something to look forward to when we made the turnaround. I decided not to push the distance or the pace, and to leave decisions like turnaround point, snack time, and speed to the kids. I remember my Dad pushing me to learn to water ski, and how frustrated I was when he continued to push even when I was ready to quit. I don't want my kids to remember our cycling trips in that way.
My plan was good, but the results were not. It was a frustrating ride. I want to vent and write about the details, but I won't, because my family reads the blog and someday my kids might too. What I will say is that it will get better. All days won't be as frustrating, and if I play my cards right, the kids will continue to enjoy the rides and help me to enjoy the rides too.