We are always moving. Whether it is on our bikes or in a car or on our feet. Sometimes the moving is from one stage to another -- from denial to acceptance, from independence to dependence...
We did our exercises by the cliff and then we were hungry so we knocked on our host's door. She swung the door wide and welcomed us in with a big smile. How nice is that!
She put George to work chopping onions and I went to work making coffee. Peyt put out a nice spread of an omelette with spinach, onion and colored sweet peppers.
She dined with us and the conversation flowed wonderfully.
Then off we were to bike. We drove to the trail that Peyt had shown us yesterday.
On the way back the wind was in our face and it was REALLY STRONG in the tunnel.
At the start of the trail was a visitors center. But it was closed.
So we took everything out of the car so we can put things in.
We got down the first aisle and George needed to find a bathroom. I led him back tot he entrance where the restrooms were.
While in the ladies I noticed that the strugglig to keep my hat down had caused my hair to stand straight up just on top in the middle. I tried to wet it down, The fix didn't work.
Then we started looking at stuff and passed several other videos. We stopped at one about women in aviation and in particular the female pilots race of 1929. It was also interesting, but at one point I said we would never get through the museum if we didn’t stop watching videos.
George pointed at the rear of this bike. I said,, "Yes, it looks like it got bent up pretty good." Then he stuttered and said, "Gear drive, there is no chain."
We didn't get a cookie, but they looked big enough for three people.
OK, bellies full. I decide we have time to at least look at the trail we were aiming for. On the way we saw this sign.
The trail head is close ot the Bridge of the Gods. I looked for information about the trail at the trail head but found none. I looked for information about why this place was called "Bridge of the Gods". I found none.
We decided to walk down the trail.
On our walk I mentioned I had to go potty, but I knew that as soon as I squatted some biker would zoom by. So I would wait.
Right after the bridge I saw a historical marker sign and pulled in and found a porta-potty for me to use.
Then I read the kiosk and it explained the name of Bridge of the Gods. It came from a native American story that at one time their people could walk across the river on rocks in that location. Geologists have confirmed that this Native American history story actually occurred. A land slide actually happened that was big enough to block the river..
When I got back to the car, George was gone. I was surprised that he needed to use the porta-potty since he had just urinated on the other side of the bridge.
When he got back in the car he brought an odor with him.
I didn't beat around the bush or criticize. I think I did good. I said, "I smell poop. Did you have an accident?" And George said, "I had an accident."
I touched his head and said if you can tell me you need a bathroom I will try real hard to find one for you. You need to tell me if you can.
I stopped at one more marker. George stayed in the car.
We went through three tunnels.
We got back to the cottage it was 10 minutes to 5. We were supposed to be ready at 5:00 to go with Peyt.
George was already in the bathroom when I got into the cottage. I offered help, he didn't want any.
Soon he opened the door all dressed and ready to go. He had rinsed out the clothes well... I double checked.
But I told him go back in and take a shower.
Bossing him around like this is new to both of us. It started shortly after his diagnosis with getting him to do the exercises. He resisted and I told him that I didn't like it either, But this diagnosis has changed things for both of us. I have to tell him what to do and he has to accept that.
George is out of the shower cleaned up. I hug him. Then I hear Peyt. It is time to go she says and she heads for her BMW in the garage.
I look at George and the front of his shorts are wet... Another accident!
Another quick change. I grab a towel for the evening and worry he will have an issue in her BMW.
Peyt takes us for a lovely ride through the countryside away from the gorge.
In the park was a concert.
Peyt drove us back home a different route.