It's a miracle that we find the starting point of the bike trek every year. We've been given directions that are sketchy at best. "You know, at the Indian Creek Trail. In MidAmerica Nazerene University."
Uh....that's a 26 mile trail system and a 100 acre campus.
But. We find it every year. And then I promptly forget it again and have to sniff it out again next time.
*Justin Sirois, Laney, Ethan in his pioneer clothes, Juliet Sirois, Mathew, Thomas and Lisa Gotfredson.
*Chris and Joshua Diggins, Heather and Bruce Jensen, Cami Diggins, Sarah and Laura Jensen.
Everly and me!
It had rained the night before, which made the temperature bearable (hallelujah!) but the trail full of puddles.
All the kids had stripes up their backs from their wheels splattering on them. Ryan and Seth modeled for me.
Mark skipped the bike ride and drove himself and his gear over to the destination at Frontier Park. He was met there by Charles Andrews, Fred Clarke and Karina Fugett.
Megan helped out at the fishing booth.
Laney observed from above.
There's Sister Dallman, the mastermind of these activities. She's fearless in her pursuit and execution of fun, memorable traditions.
Courney Flynn passed out otter pops to the grateful kids.
Ethan recounted a few of experiences on the pioneer trek. I was pleasantly surprised at how big my child has gotten and how well he speaks in front of people.
Then the "band" played songs and we all sang in a circle. I was thinking three things:
*I really love these people.
*This turned out a lot more fun than I thought it would be
*We truly are a "peculiar people"
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