It seems too easy to just download the photos off my camera from the weekend and then upload them ... et voila (anyone know how to get the accents to work on blogger?) a new post. But we had such a great bike ride yesterday despite the windchill of about 5C. Didn't dare put in my tomato plants after the weatherman's frost warning, so no gardening was done, instead we biked over hill and over dale, through the forest and down one of the steepest ski hills on the Escarpment. Number Three Son got to wear his favourite birthday present - a dirt bike helmet which made him look like an Evel Knievel Mini Me and our puppy was throughly pooped when we got home after chasing us for 3 hours.
Oops, did anyone see what that sign said?
Going down again
Too bad it's still too cold to swim.