The low-water mark of our bike trip.
If life were a bike ride...
...Conrad and I would be strangers...
...Candace and I would only run in to each other occasionally...
...and Dad would be asleep on the first bench.
Which is why we have family reunions from time to time.
Howdy, Brother, it's been miles since I saw you.
The rattlesnakes on the road of life... just run over them like we did.(We didn't do it on purpose, and as you can see it looks okay yet.)
A Little Brown Church in the Wildwood
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