Does the summer stretch ahead in one overwhelming season of no sports, cancelled vacations and kids who were looking forward to these things?  Mine too!  In a world where camps are cancelled and the ‘new normal’ is very elusive, in an effort to minimize screen time and make special memories, I had a light bulb moment.  At least I thought so.  It started with a long weekend bike ride and realizing that my back injury has healed significantly in the last year.  I figured that if my husband showed me how to load the bikes on the quirky bike rack, I could take the kids biking in the cool of the summer mornings.  And so was born Mommy’s Bike Camp week! 

We did it! Every day (except one where it thunderstormed) we set out right after a hearty breakfast and biked different sections of a large network of paths, stopping midway for a big snack.  My five year old was on a tag along and my 8 year old on her new(ish) mountain bike.  By the end of the week, we logged 41 miles together!  One of my favorite moments was when my very talkative little guy, holding the handlebars behind me, was belting out, “Hakuna matata, means no worries.”