These first two days here have been full and a blur. Twenty eight hours of travel and being around four grandchildren will make things a bit of a blur and full. Travel was easy as it has been - it is just a long way here. The old question "how many more miles till we get there" never seemed more appropriate but think 'hours on this flight segment" rather than "miles" with the question and you begin to get the idea.
Yesterday the three bigs, Matt and I went out for a bike ride, and of course picked up an observer or two. Here we are on the river road that serves one of the apartment complexes and is a dead end and perfect for bike rides and such.
Just a bit further down the road is a bridge that certainly was a good place to throw rocks from which of course we did.
Followed by the obligatory spitting. So somewhere approaching the Yangtzee River Dam, just past the Three Gorges spit from the five of us is flowing toward the Pacific.
On our return Julianna and Lydia rode ahead, they are in the distance, and those apartments in the overcast gloomy weather of this part of the world is the apartment complex where Patt and I have an apartment. The complex is now "built out" so the construction that was such a big part of living there is in the past. This river front park like space is also complete and is quite extensive going all the way to the end of the complex in the distance.
And brother Charles was on the Zambezi River and did not even offer a hint of spit. Good for you Bro, teach those children the way things are suppose to be done.
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