The figure-eight layout of the course meant that cars and pedestrians sometimes had to cross paths with the cyclists. Here, Willem almost wandered into the race before we noticed.
It's an archetypal summer camp setting, I tell you.
The boys played with their friend Zoe while her dad and his girlfriend competed in the race. Willem got a little disgruntled about sharing Zoe's attention.
It was the first of the really nice days we've had so far this spring, and it felt so good to be outside to properly enjoy it.
Later that week we went out to the Grandmartins for Burn Day. No, that's not a new holiday you've never heard of. It's the day the Martins burn stuff. And, as long as there's going to be a fire, why not roast some weenies and marshmallows?