The Best Kind of Day
Jul. 18th, 2005 07:34 amToday, Omaha, Kouryou-chan, Yamaarashi-chan and I all rode this part of the Burke-Gillman trail, from the new north bridge at the Boeing Military Aircraft research park in Tukwila down to the southern part of Van Dorens park in Kent. It's only about two miles one way, but one-way it took an hour to to do the whole trip, because Kouryou-chan wanted to ride her own bicycle instead of the Trail-A-Bike and Omaha and I thought it might be a good idea. Most of the trail is really easy, but there's a small portion on a shared public road with automobiles. Yamaarashi-chan had a bit of a meltdown because the tilt of the road kept disorienting her and she's not very good with her balance yet. Omaha did a fabulous job of convincing her to get back on the bike and keep riding.
We passed behind a row of warehouses where a lot of motorcyclists had congregated and were showing off, doing wheelies and tailstand wheelies and all manner of really dangerous and stupid stunts. Fortunately, the field separating the trail from the warehouses was wide and we weren't too close in case something really tragic happened.
The park was very crowded, but the girls had a good time on the swings while Omaha and I rested under the shade of a tree, eating tuna sandwiches and corn chips.
On the way home, it was Kouryou-chan's turn to have a meltdown of her own, but Omaha coached her the same way she'd succeeded with Yamaarashi-chan, and once we were back on the bikes-only part of the trail along the Green River everything was good. The girls tried to race one another but Yamaarashi-chan's bike was geared much better than Kouryou-chan's, which only frustrated the littler girl but not by much.
We stopped at Coldstone, where I tried the Ginger-Wasabi ice cream (oh, that's good!) but settled on their double-black licorice with peppermint and sprinkles mixed in. The line was really long, no surprise on a day when temperatures reached the high 80's.
We got home around five, after more than three hours of bicycling. I let the kids watch an hour of television, and then kicked them back outside until dinner (pizza) was ready. Omaha put them to bed while I cleaned up. I think I'm going to sleep rather well tonight.
We passed behind a row of warehouses where a lot of motorcyclists had congregated and were showing off, doing wheelies and tailstand wheelies and all manner of really dangerous and stupid stunts. Fortunately, the field separating the trail from the warehouses was wide and we weren't too close in case something really tragic happened.
The park was very crowded, but the girls had a good time on the swings while Omaha and I rested under the shade of a tree, eating tuna sandwiches and corn chips.
On the way home, it was Kouryou-chan's turn to have a meltdown of her own, but Omaha coached her the same way she'd succeeded with Yamaarashi-chan, and once we were back on the bikes-only part of the trail along the Green River everything was good. The girls tried to race one another but Yamaarashi-chan's bike was geared much better than Kouryou-chan's, which only frustrated the littler girl but not by much.
We stopped at Coldstone, where I tried the Ginger-Wasabi ice cream (oh, that's good!) but settled on their double-black licorice with peppermint and sprinkles mixed in. The line was really long, no surprise on a day when temperatures reached the high 80's.
We got home around five, after more than three hours of bicycling. I let the kids watch an hour of television, and then kicked them back outside until dinner (pizza) was ready. Omaha put them to bed while I cleaned up. I think I'm going to sleep rather well tonight.
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