Milk pick-up

I managed to talk myself into biking the eight mile round-trip to pick up our weekly farm-fresh milk. Lotus was, of course, eager and excited to go with.


The hill I don’t like-which is probably nothing to some but I am huffing and puffing. Last week I noticed a guy zipping up the hill without any effort at all…and then I noticed the battery pack attached to his rear rack. I wish!


Lotus trying to delay getting back on the bike. There is an awesome park along the way I wish we could have stopped at but we needed to get the milk home and into the fridge. Sorry, Lotes.


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