Anybody who lives in a mountain town will understand this: the air smells… uhhh… delicious. It feels like silk blowing against your skin. It’s flavored by a million wildflowers. And the occasional bovine. You can breathe deeply and it’s good.
So after some awesome worship services, we barbecued some ribs. My favorite. Perfect.
We packed our bikes into/on the car.
We drove the family to a local school with a running track and a playground. We spent the next three hours biking around the track and playing and laughing and hanging out together. A mom, a dad, and two kids. Perfect.