We just got back yesterday after a week end camping trip. We all rode bikes with the two littlest in a Burly trailer. We camped at Wabisis Lake which is about 28 miles from down town Grand Rapids. We were not aware of all the hills we would encounter on our choosen route. At one point when we were just about half way Brenda who was pulling a caboose bike with Dove doing her best to help with the peddeling pulled off to the side of the road on one particularly difficult long climb up hill and sat down and wept hard for a long time. At about this time I was wondering what I had been thinking when I came up with this idea to go camping on our bikes. Eventually Brenda wept her self clean and we continued on our way.
We made it to the camp ground after about six hours. Our journey was a difficult adventure we all were in together. When we finnaly set up our camp it was a great relief to just be there but also in the back of every body's mind was the trip home awaiting us.
Soon after we arrived a couple of guys came in to the site right next to ours who at first seemed rough and even a little scary....a rebel flag, no shirts, tatoos and plenty of cussing. As is turned out Terry and Danny were very cool and generous. As I got to know them it turned out they were really into music and on Saturday night they managed to burrow a guitar from the chirstian college kids up the way and we were able to make some music together.
Our last night on Saturday about 3:45 AM half of us woke up in our tent to evil moskitos doing there best to bring us over into the pit of hell's deepest torments when a fit broke out in the camp close enough to here the fists smaking into flesh. There were lots of wicked words and threats exchanged and it sounded awful but at the same time it seemed like we were watching a Will Farrow movie with the just the sound and now picture. The fight provided a wierd distraction from the fact that we were not sleeping, feeling misirable and had a long, long, long bike trip home early that morning to look forward to.
We did get through that night and some even managed to fall back to sleep for a little while. Brenda discovered a different route home which included a long and beautiful bike trail along the Rogue river which saved us from those killer hills we endured on the way there. We even had breakfast in a cool little resteraunt in Rockford at the start of the bike trail.
When we finnaly returened home every one sort of collapsed into rest and a slack dullness for the next several hours. We did manage our homade pizza that night with a double batch of vinilla ice cream filled with big chunks of dark chocolate. We were home and we had done what we set out to do. Thank you God and now help us pay these bills that await there time in the wicker file.