Cycling

Last night the missionaries asked me to come to the church and help them with a lesson they were teaching on family history. 

Well, I love family history so...YES! 

I have been itching to ride my bike more so I determined that I would ride my bike to the church from the farm.

That is about 15.5 miles. 

I still hadn't figured out how to switch the gears but I felt like it was on a decent gear so I set off. 

I gave myself a lot of time.

As I rode down the road I just kept taking in the views.

The green everywhere. 

The smells of summer in Alaska.

I love those smells.

Except for the dead smell I breathed in about 3 times.

I have no idea what it was, but was grateful there were no bears eating whatever was dead. 

Oh and there was that one moment when I rode past a dead squirrel that was being eaten by a dead squirrel! 

What is this world coming to?