Why we come to Colorado:
Bike rides.
Everyday, some form of "we" took a bike ride. Sometimes it was Grandma, Keri, Evan, Lane, and Josh.
Sometimes it was Lane and Josh.
Sometimes it was Mom and Josh.
Sometimes it was Mom and Keri.
Sometimes it was Grandma, Keri, and Josh.
And once it was Grandma, Keri, Evan, and Josh.
Grandpa kept the bikes fixed. And we kept the bikes rode. Ridden. Whatever.
Thanks, Grandpa.
Sometimes we went to the Mall. Sometimes we went to a park. Sometimes we went Downtown.
Sometimes we just went.
We shopped. We ate. We pretended to exercise off what we ate.
Sometimes it was Lane and Josh.
Sometimes it was Mom and Josh.
Sometimes it was Mom and Keri.
Sometimes it was Grandma, Keri, and Josh.
And once it was Grandma, Keri, Evan, and Josh.
Thanks, Grandpa.Sometimes we went to the Mall. Sometimes we went to a park. Sometimes we went Downtown.
Sometimes we just went.
We shopped. We ate. We pretended to exercise off what we ate.
The ducks ate, and didn't gain a single pound.
We venimus, vidimus, vicimus-ed.
And always looked forward to more.
A super shout-out goes to the city of Ft. Collins for their awesome --and I do mean awesome -- system of bike trails throughout the area.
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