Previously, I had jogged or roller-bladed beside my son as he rode, careful to be close enough to try to catch him if he tipped over.
This time he was on his own and I followed . Oh, in taking this picture and others, I tried to hold the camera back enough to get my profile in the shot and ended up crashing into the fence. That’s not really part of the trip as I plan to remember it.
Later, we were walking the bikes on a sidewalk and found this little lizard. My son first thought it was a snake and I was able to give a little bio lesson about how the lizard’s hips cause the legs to jut out sideways so it runs in a slithery sort of way.
I don’t remember cycling with my father. He certainly taught me to ride and I remember him running beside me as I started, but I don’t recall actually going anywhere by bike with him.
We travelled by canoe and that I do remember clearly. His long powerful stroke, at a rate of one per two of mine, and the surge I would feel when he dug in. We explored many rivers and lakes together. I don’t remember him as the patient sort except when we travelled by canoe.
I intend to travel more with my son, by bike, canoe and on foot. I don’t expect to be the homework dad or the team sports dad -the way I think my dad wanted to be with me – but I will be the explore and educate dad and I am looking forward to it.