The title says it all. On the 5th on August, one day from my birthday, we decided that we were gonna go on a trail 1 1/2 miles from Bayley's. Mom and I prepared to bike there, going to bike in the bike lane of the road. Rebecca and Dad would ride in the jeep, taking their two bikes to the safe off road trail.
The biggest reason why Rebecca didn't ride with Mom and I is because she is too young to be on the big road. She might be fine herself, but Mom wouldn't stop worrying unless she knew that Rebecca could handle it.
Exiting the campground, we passed the street quickly while walking our bikes. Then Mom and I got on our bikes straight across from the campground, and biked off.
The sights were nice and there was a lot of old houses. They were mostly right on the road.
The road we were on was kind of like a neighborhood, save there were many cars and stoplights. Mom and I rode and rode, me being in the front and her in rear. Every now and then I would look back, expecting her to be way behind. When I did this, I saw she was right behind me!
Cars and trucks whizzed and zoomed past us, making a sound that shook the earth. Every time it scared me to death. Especially the trucks.
Dad and Rebecca passed us in the jeep, and Rebecca waved and said,"Hi!"
I waved back as best as I could, but I had to keep my hands on the handlebars. Mom didn't wave either, but we both smiled.
We past many hills, going down, and up. One of which I had to lightly hold the breaks as we went down quickly. Mom said,"Remember, every hill we go down, we have to go up."
Finally a dirt road and a sign saying: Scarborough Bike Trail signaled we were to turn in. We saw Rebecca and Dad... and the jeep.
We got the bikes off of the rack (Dad's and Rebecca's) and prepared to go down the straight trail. A man said it just keeps going straight, and that the sights are beautiful. He also said that if you wanted to, you could go past the 2 1/2 mile mark and keep on going 'til you arrive at Portland. I don't think we will be accomplishing that.
We started riding off, and we saw the coolest things. There was a wide open area with a current and bog rushes, and dark blue water swirling and splashing it's beauty. It went out for miles and miles.
There was a bridge we got on, high and broad. It showed the greatest view but if you took a picture with people in it, all you would get would be the people and bridge. Oh well.
We passed forests, a few houses hidden by trees, and port a potties. We also passed a lot of people, mainly fishermen, walkers, and bikers.
I had a great time on my new bike. It was fast, fun, and easy to ride (not so easy to get on and off though, it being a little big for me).
Occasionally we would stop for water, and by and by I got in front of the others. Everybody talked and I had a great time talking, biking, and enjoying the view and time with my family. It was an excursion to remember.
At a shaded area, a stake in the ground read 2 1/2 miles. Dad decided we probably needed to head back. At this time I wasn't even tired.
We biked back the same way we came, and took a few pictures of us on the bikes (you might of seen 'em on Facebook). It was fun on the way back.
At the jeep, Mom asked me if I wanted to ride back or bike back. "I'm not even tired yet." Mom and I decided to bike back. We again walked the bikes over to the side Bayley's was on, and got on the bikes.
The ride back was rather more hard, and we had to go up that hard hill we went down. It was tiring. I breathed every moment, pedaling with struggle.
When finally up the hill, we stopped to take a rest at a little parking lot. We drank some of the scarce water, and rested some more. Finally I broke this uncanny silence.
"I need to poop."
"Okay, well you can go to that restroom at Ken's, and I'll wheel the bikes over to a picnic table.
"Okay. Thanks Mom."
I then went through the parking lot of Ken's, and people looked at me like I was from a foreign country. Why are they looking at me like that? I wondered.
I went through the side door at Ken's and walked through without stopping. I got to the back of the restaurant, and went into the corridor that the restrooms were in. I slipped into the single restroom (do you know what I mean?) and took off my helmet and gloves. Looking into the mirror, I saw why people were staring at me. I looked like I was a chimney sweep, my face almost fully black and sweaty. I cleaned that off and washed my black hands. Then I took out my phone, and, after sitting down at the toilet, texted Mom about my whereabouts. Then I heard and saw the knob of the door shake. "Occupied!" I shouted.
Several minutes later, I heard the voice of a lady saying, "Is there anyone in there? Have you checked?"
A man's voice,"Yes." And he checked again.
A few minutes later, the same lady spoke again. "Something weird is going on in there. I don't know if I would go in there."
As I finished and put my helmet back on, I washed my hands, dried them, and put my gloves back on. I then unlocked and opened the door. A blond haired Nancy- Grace looking person (as in she looks like Nancy Grace) and a grey haired skinny man were right outside the door. The man quickly stepped in. "Sorry, I took so long." She interrupted,"It's oka... I continued." And by the way, that is kind of rude what you said. I heard everything you said. " Then I walked away dramatically. I didn't look back.
When outside, I told Mom what happened and she said, "She wasn't being rude. She didn't know you could hear them. "
"Oh well."
We rode back to Bailey's, had a good night at the playground with all of the people at the campground, and went to bed rather late. I met a nice boy named Dante at the playground, and two nice girls (Rebecca's friends) named Taylor and Abbey. Taylor was nice.
"People quote people"- Lauren Bourne,
Andrew.
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