Biking Boundary Bay
We were less than halfway into our bike ride. Just past the bike-ride-glee and well before the bike-ride-pain.
Along the path came jogging a 65ish-year-old man in his matching running suit (you know the kind — elastic at the ankles, wrists, and waist . . . a strip all the way down each side . . . and just enough rustle to be incredibly loud in the middle of a barren path) and neon running shoes and squared off ball cap.
He was moving along at a mighty clip, sailing past us while I climbed back on the bike after a photo op.
“Awww, that’s cute!” he said when he saw us and our tandem bicycle.
That’s what I said about he and his white haired jogging excursion. 
I was going to say the same thing about biking and photo taking.
So I’ll just say that’s my favorite photo instead.
And I would love to still go on a bike ride with you at some point. Haven’t been on one since Maria was tiny – so pretty much 7 years!! haha. About time I’d say!
Pictures and biking at the same time? Skillz girls. Next time you pass the old guy I want a picture. 😉