Monday, bright and early, Wayne and I biked 50 mikes out to Saltair and back. I passed out on Wanee's lawn at mile 50 but Wayne actually made it up the hill to our house at the end. He's trying to get back in biking shape after 2 months of nothing because of his broken arm.
Such a great family day. I always rolled my eyes at my mom when she made such a big deal that all of her kids and grandkids were all together in the same place at the same time. Now I get it. Momma Sheri would have loved it!