About seven years slipped by since we’d started riding in Little Red and over the hills to see the fields and fields of gold wildflowers. We used to ride together on the roads every day in the summer. One friend moved then the other works and we didn’t return to riding all the time. Until today when she told me that she found us entries into the ride and all those talks we shared rushed back. It happened more lately, snapshots: in school, out of school, before kids, during kids. Favorite books, road trips, summer hikes.
