I used to get up early with my father on sunday mornings. He would load my bike in his mazda wagon and we’d drive to downtown Clarkston. We took a circuitous route through some neighborhoods near the mill pond. Why he chose that route I don’t know. I would ride ahead of him most of the time and then circle back. Then we came to a hill right near Deer lake. I would huff and puff until I couldn’t budge the pedals, and then my dad would grab the back of my seat and push until I hit the top of the hill, and then I would rush to the bottom and wait for him.
I took Gabriel over to milham creek trail yesterday, he seemed hestitant about riding 7 miles, but quickly he realized he could outpace me while I was on foot. Gabriel carried my camelback, ( a non-80’s piece of equipment) so I could get a sip every once in a while. We made pretty good time, and Gabriel who usually complains a little about excercise did great. He did the whole seven miles and when we got back to the car, he says, can we do this every weekend.
Where is Milham Creek Trail? Sounds like a good time.