Ride

May 28, 2011
With a cold, wet weekend upon us, Jeff and I took advantage of what little break in the storm we had (not to mention a babysitter.... thanks Emily and Jesse) to take a spin on the 4 wheelers. We figured it might be the only shot we had. We were right.

It was cold. Muddy. And snowy. Yes, snow. I quickly realized two things. First, we are not cold weather adventurers. Had we been stranded, we would have frozen to death. I managed to scrounge up a pair of thin, cotton gloves in the old Bear Lake trailer (thank goodness my Grandma is a pack rat) that at least kept my hands dry. Not warm but dry. So between them and my windbreaker, I was at least able to make it back to "the property" only half frozen.

And second, I really hold Jeff back. I'm hoping my granny-speed, ultra paranoid riding isn't symbolic of our marriage and that I don't truly hold him back that much. It became fairly obvious as I saw him turn around to check on how I was doing that he was hankering to kick it up a notch. When we took a break for me to pretty much sit on my frozen hands for a few minutes, he took off at full speed. I suddenly had visions of what craziness this man does alone on these things or worse yet, when accompanied by testosterone instead of estrogen.

It was a good ride. I'm just hoping next time we get to take water instead of hot chocolate!