Today is father's day and my father's birthday. Last year on this date I posted a refection on him. Today I went on a bike ride. It's a ride I've done before over 3 gaps in north Georgia, but I hadn't been over these 3 since my knee replacements. As our mostly male group started we wished each other a happy father's day. I remembered it was also my father's birthday.
The ride was hard but certainly less painful with new knees. I rode alone most of the ride--couldn't follow my younger friends up the early steep hills but went off the front for a long time after they stopped to fix a flat. I thought of my father a few times during the ride. I remember thinking I never rode a bike with him even though I've ridden since I was 5. My goal was to climb Hog pen without stopping and I made it.
I checked my brother Mark's site and today he posted his reflections on our father. He did a through hike on the Appalachian Trial 5 years ago and thought about our father often. His post was from his memoirs. Today my ride crossed the AT twice and my drive to and from the ride crossed the AT twice. Funny how brothers have similar thoughts in similar places years apart.
