A Perfect 4th of July

It was a lovely Fourth of July; my daughter Taylor drove down from Chilliwack, BC.  She, our friend Terri, and I rode the 17 mile Hiawatha Trail down the west side of Lookout Pass.  It was hot as blazes in Missoula, but much cooler at higher elevations and we got an early start.

 Going in to the first tunnel. All smiles.

 

The first bridge.  Taylor and Terri are bright such spots in my life. 

They support me and help me connect the past with the future.

 Taylor's very brave, but she's hanging on for dear life in this pic.  The

distance is hard to judge in a photo, but trust me, it's a lo-o-o-ong way down.

 

It's not as scary when you're sitting. 

I suddenly remember which body part hurts the most when riding a bike.  Posing for a

 pic is a good excuse to sit down on a nice, flat surface for a few minutes. 

Terri and I at one of those other tunnels. Who can remember which one?  

I may have been starting to get delirious by this point.

Very near the end, the sun is high in the sky and really hot. 

The smiles are still there, but is that a hint of strain in mine?

Taylor at the end, looking fresh as a daisy. 

Apparently she didn't over-exert herself scourging me through the last 2 miles. 

I was not photo-worthy at this stage of the trip.

 

Bye, Taylor!  It was a great time.  See you again soon.