We headed out for our morning ride, enjoying the mild morning weather and the lack of wind. We were doing a ramble, just stretching our legs for a couple of hours.
Every ride now includes goodbye conversations with friends. It can be a little awkward, since some friends seem to take our move from rural Lake Placid to Miami as rejection of their choices and values. Others warn us ominously about crime and traffic and a host of other mysterious urban dangers. Still others simply ask, "Aren't you sad to leave the country and the lake?" We keep the goodbyes brief and upbeat. We've moved many times before. The process of saying goodbyes isn't easy, but it's a familiar ritual.
We've been here 13 years, and we have a treasure trove of wonderful memories. I've spent the past week editing my digital photos from those years, selecting the ones that best tell the story of our years here and the things we most loved here. I ran them as a slide show today for the first time.
Made me smile big time.
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| Riding to Venus |
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| The Quiet Roads |
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| The Wildlife Refuges |
