We were having coffee in bed on a perfect Saturday morning and decided this was the day to bike to France and get some crepes for lunch.
Fifty kilometers there and fifty back, and of course, it always ends up more complicated than you planned. You can't know how the roads will be until you are on them yourself. Sometimes your bike app gets you on that French highway that you were doing everything to avoid.
It may not have been our smoothest bike ride, but catching the sunset over the vineyards on the way home eased that feeling of.. get me the hell of this bike. Those last 10k always seem like a struggle to me. But then you make it home, and I never regret getting to spend the day outside pushing myself. Forever thankful for what these bodies are capable of doing.
And another adventure checked off the list.
