Here we're are in Whitefish. Adam arrived safely home from Midway, and not 12 hours later we loaded into the Jetta along with Gaia and Chance and drove 8 hours to Zana's. Gaia housed a bag of crunchy curls and about two cups of cashew pieces on the drive, but stayed fairly calm. Chance insisted on stopping at a god awful burger joint to keep his daily French fry streak alive.
This morning we lounged about, got crêpes and coffee, picked up mountain bikes for the boys and are now waiting on Duie to finish my custom ski boot foot beds. The rest of the weekend promises many miles of single track, lots of coffee beforehand and good food an drink afterwords.