My Girl Nancy called Saturday morning and said she and her man Jonny were thinking about coming down with their bikes for a ride at Bluff Point. What did we think?
What did we think? We thought, "Yes please."
And what a ride in the woods it was.
We had the wrong bikes for it, of course . . .
Between us, we had a fabulous mountain bike (Jon), a decrepit old mountain bike with one gear and no front shocks (Nancy), a newish hybrid with fat tires (Mistah), and an oldish hybrid with thin almost-road bike tires (me).
The perfect combination of bikes . . .
. . . because we are the perfect combination of people . . .
. . . see?
It was a gorgeous fall southeastern Connecticut day, and although it was gray, it was warm. And the colors were beautiful. The four of us never knew where we were going on those trails, and had the wrong gear for the technical downhills over gigantic boulders, but we never cared . . .
. . . because we were all about, "Wanna stop here?"
"Ooh, look. How 'bout here?"
"Oooh, look at the riders demo-ing those phat-tire bikes!"
We thought we'd made a wrong turn and landed in Asheville.
We've been doing this hanging-around-together-thing for a long time, the four of us . . .
. . . well, especially the *two* of us . . .
. . . but, really, the four of us. And luckily, none of us can get enough of stone walls . . .
. . . or state park views . . .
. . . or tooling-through-the-woods-if-we-can't-be-on-the-beach . . .
. . . but mostly, we can't get enough of Nancy:
. . . who can, really?
We call this, "Is that the one where I almost drove right into Schleckah and turned at the last second and he took my photo right before I almost took him out?"
Yes, that's the one, dude.
After all these years, we can't get enough of eachother.
Once upon a glass or twelve of wine, Jacquie and Beth and Ellie got to talking. We decided that we were all enormously smart and clever and hilarious, and that it would be a crime not to share our unique talents with the world. We decided to start a blog together.
We needed a name, so Jacquie asked Beth: “What should we call a blog about meand you and Ellie?” And the rest, as they say, is history. We are having a blast writing this thing, and if there was any trepidation that we were only smart and clever and hilarious that night because of all the wine, our words here thus far have succinctly affirmed our mutual self-admiration.
What are you reading?
Ellie - Middlemarch, George Eliot. Finally
Jacquie - The Nightingale, Kristen Hannah
Beth - Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal by Julie Metz