I took one last ride in Livingston before we packed the van and headed out.
And then it happened. The typical phrase right? We stopped over for a night in Carabella. I was eager to finish the day’s workout since I set a mileage goal for the day. This is not when it happened. Wait for it …
The sun was out and it was warm. I was walking around barefoot as Mo drove in. I waved her down. I could barely keep my joy from exploding into a full-on sundance. But that is not when “it” happened.
We both sat down with the van door fully open and started to relax. And it was at this moment it happened.
“Why don’t we just crack a beer and hang out”?