Our third Providence family Strawberry Party. Awesome.
Bike riding in a group means getting pretty familiar with the back side of the person in front of you. Forever, those bike jersey pockets have revealed the outline of spare inner tubes, granola bars, and so on… More recently, the cell phone has become a ubiquitous accessory, like a cowboy’s can of chew.
Today, though, another sign of the advancing years… I’m getting a good workout in the group that brings reading glasses.
Hitchhiker.
The day after the parade was the Tour de Heifer. The tandem came out of hibernation to great acclaim , and even though we only did the shortest distance we felt very righteous.
Say “cheese”!
Boring.
Say “local sustainable agriculture”!
This kid had more fun than pretty much everybody.
Parade!
Pre Strolling of the Heifers party
It turns out that the parade is MUCH funner after some mimosas and bloody marys and stuff.
Who says there are no second chances in Hollywood?
Brattleboro Adventure – the Auckland Edition 