I know that Judah is only now starting to crawl, but it’s got me thinking about the things that I want to do with him when he gets older (and his siblings too, when they come into the picture 
). One of the things I lots of good memories about as a kid was riding my bike. I spent most of my early childhood years living in NE Portland. I spent a lot of time on my bike riding around the neighborhood with friends, but there were many times where my family would go out on rides together.
One place we’d ride to was Rocky Butte. Up on top of the butte is a man-made lookout area where you can see up the Columbia River Gorge and gaze at Downtown Portland. And due to the closeness of Portland International Airport you can watch as planes come and go. Being so franticly hyperactive I’d ride on ahead and eventually stop and wait for the slow-pokes to catch up. By the time my mom would show up I’d be rested and ready to go again, so I’d take off. She didn’t like that too much
Another ride we would take is along (and sometimes in the middle of) I-205 from Portland, OR, to Vancouver, WA. The trip to Vancouver is tiring because the bridge is mostly uphill as you go North, but that makes the trip home that much more fun as you can fly downhill going South. It was mildly scarey with all of that traffic going by on both sides of you, but with all of the barriers you totally feel safe.
So, sometime in the next 3-4 years I’ll need to get a bike. I somehow don’t think I’ll be riding through muddy baseball fields this time around, but I’ll be waiting with a hose to spray Judah off when he does…just like my dad did for me.