Author: Kim Gilbert
The morning begins, with me hollering “get your shoes, we gotta get out of
here” to my five and seven year old. It’s Saturday about ten o’clock,
and it’s already 80 degrees. Two kids’ bikes are in the back of the car
and my cyclocross bike is on the roof. I have three cans of sunscreen, four
water bottles, Goldfish, helmets, shoes, extra clothes, and a set of portable
barriers. We’re goin’ to the park.