Wow, I guess I didn't realize that I hadn't posted for over 2 weeks. Even that last one was pretty lame. The short story is that I haven't ridden much since the last hundy, work has been busy, the economy and financial news are holding my interest, my parent's flew out from Montana for Thanksgiving week, fun was had by all.
It's too bad that we only see the Grandparents about twice a year. The kids really enjoy their time together (as do Holly and I). The logistics are just too much for monthly or quarterly travel. We have talked about sending the kids out to Montana a week or two prior to our normal summer vacation. It would be a good experiment for all involved.
The easiest way to catch up is by pictures (and it is the easy way out for me).
A mini concert by the girls for "Papa and Gram". They don't do too bad considering that they just started playing these instruments this year.
Papa, Maddie and I joined the annual Turkey day ride at Ashworth pool. We were late to the start and it was cold (28 degrees), but after we got to Denmans trail, we had fun. We rode the 7miles of singletrack and got back to the parking lot to see about 50 riders starting to warm-up with a few cold brews. We opted out and drove to Starbucks for hot chocolate and coffee.
Maddie led Papa through the woods to show off her riding skills. I'm sure that he was impressed as she cleaned the majority of the trail.The formal meal of the week.
Grandpa was on potato duty. He tried to get out of it claiming he never learned how in Vietnam. We didn't buy his excuses.
Gram and the girls prepared cookies all day Wednesday and Friday.Tom is showing off his "mad" carving skills.The grandparents and the girls.
Tom, I've got to admit, I feel a twinge of jealousy when I see you being able to get out and ride with your daughter and your dad. While I know my dad will never be on a ride with me (we've still got some fishing time though) I can't wait to be able to tempt my own daughter onto the trails.
This is the perfect time for me and the girls. They are just getting good enough to really enjoy mountain biking. Each year I look forward to it more and more. As for Dad, I knew that he would like it as long as we didn't freeze. He rides dirt bikes every chance he gets, so the skills were very similar for him.
What no Buffalo for Thanksgiving? Pretty disappointed I bet, I know how the family always enjoyed that Griz tradition. Your folks look great! Bet your dad could show us both a few things on a downhill rig. Thanks for sharing.
Get time was had by all, great food, great weather, great meals, outstanding mini concert; but most of all, great family times.
Montana dirtbag and Princess Gram
Rusty (Moike), the tradition has changed over the years. Now we tell a story about a kid from Ohio that was convinced that we had buffalo instead of turkey for a montana thanksgiving.
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