Adventure of a Lifetime

We were on our way back home from a bike ride, when my 10-year-old Grandson had taken the lead and went past our turn. We could have turned around and gone the way we knew or we could try a different path. We decided on the different path… and our adventure began.

First, I thought I knew how to cut through and get back on the bike path, but soon realized we were nowhere near the path and were in fact getting farther and farther away. We rode, talked, rested, and rode some more. On one hill, he told me he was tired and embarrassed to admit it. Then I reminded him that he never had to be embarrassed with G’Ma.

At one point we considered retracing our steps to the bike path, but it had gotten too dark (thank goodness G’Dad had put lights on our bikes). Unbeknownst to G’son, I had briefly considered calling G’Dad to come and get us, but even though it was late, dark, and we were tired, we were also enjoying the time together and the adventure of it all.

Our path took us along a quiet industrial, tree-lined street with wide sidewalks,  and a few UPS workers ending their day. We peddled up hills and coasted down all the while chatting away about mostly nothing, but how perfect the weather was.. and basking in our time together.  We don’t usually get much one-on-one time, so like our morning wake-up ritual, this was another  bonding opportunity.

We came into an area with small shops and a ubiquitous McDonalds, but chose a Dunkin Donuts for a rest, and doughnuts. The lady was about to close, but was kind and let us stay while she cleaned up.  Jordan and I talked, drank our sodas and prepared to get back out on our bikes. When we came out of the shop, we were faced with a steep hill and my tough little guy said “it’s okay Granma, we’ll just ride until we get tired and then we’ll walk.”

At one point along the way, we ran out of sidewalk and had to ride about 50 feet in the street across a bridge.  He said he was scared and I realized that as he became a “man”,  he wouldn’t be able to say that. He would have to hide his fears and tears so he could be a “man.” I assured  him I would make sure he was safe, and after we crossed, we laughed and laughed as we rode/coasted down another hill.

The last leg of our trip was across a pedestrian bridge over a highway and he said that was “really cool.”

When we arrived at home, we were both exhausted  and exhilarated. We had an adventure of a lifetime, that we will always remember.

Sometimes taking a wrong turn is the right thing to do.

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