Photos by Marianne LevineThe ladies and I headed out on an epic 22 mile ride on Tahoe's Flume Trail.
The scenery was spectacular and the trail was narrow, winding, and sandy.
With sheer cliffs on one side and the entire Tahoe basin leading out beyond us, it was a breath taking ride.With an awesome group of women, we laughed the whole way. And kicked ass.
And apparently the group of young boys we passed on the trail thought the same thing as evidence of the remnants they left on the windshield of the van we all piled out of. We are thinking they do not mean "cougars" in the traditional derogatory term. Some in our group looked at the cup half full and took it as a compliment. Whatever your meaning of cougar is, we really prowled those trails and attacked them. Like spectacular female mountain bikers would!
Yesterday evening while laying in my bed reading, an activity I like to do to decompress from the day's work before I head into what family responsibilities beckon me, Cole came in my room and asked, "how do you post a picture on a blog?"
Well, you do this, that, and the other thing. . . wait a minute, do you have a blog? Yes my friends, Cole has joined the blogosphere. . . check it out!
Cole is perfecting his new skill of unicycling. Our friend Jason told Cole about a unicycle for sale at a church yard sale for $4 and Cole ran, not walked, to purchase his new one-wheeled-wonder.You know you live a rich and colorful life when you have to tell your son to get off the unicycle before eating his breakfast (he rode up and leaned against the kitchen table). Words you never imagined yourself saying, "please get off the unicycle while eating your waffle. You could choke or something." (or shoot your eye out). Hannah expressed her talents by drawing a picture on my back. It felt good to contribute to her art, no really, the pen felt good on my back.
Goofing off and Guitar Hero were the order of the day for one of the first official days of Summer vacation (with menacing chores sprinkled in).
Piggy back rides quicky devolved into Hannah giving her brother Cole "airplane rides" like I used to give the kids when they were little (way to go Muscles Hannah McGee). . .
. . . this activity fell into self-portrait poses on the floor. . .
. . . which morphed into a wrestling match in which Hannah conquered her brother. Fortunately, he has all Summer to work on a comback.