I can only read so much or help out with projects around camp to a certain point. I get antsy and set out on a ride. My oldest son agreed to go with me if we could put our bikes on the bus for the steep 4 block uphill to the Church Street Marketplace.
|Photo credit: Andy Gimino|
Ahhh, lick, lick, lick. There isn't much conversation as we devour the delightful dessert. I always laugh at how fast my husband eats his. In his amazing speed lick fashion, there isn't time for the creemee to seep into the bottom of the cone! He detests the cardboard taste and throws that part in the trash.
Then it's meandering back to the lake, pedaling on dirt diversions through the woods, and eventually arrive at camp. Soon it's happy hour and I relax on the deck with sangria.