Scrolling through the images on my new camera, I thank Virgil for the delightful gift. He grins and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.
“I’m enjoying it, too. This is so much better than when we had to wait days to see how the photos turned out.”
“And I can snap away without the dread of wasted film,” I add.
He points to the image of a resting dragonfly. “Did you just take that?”
“Yes. A field beyond the campground is teaming with insects.”
“What are we waiting for, then?” he asks, folding his newspaper. “I’ve been sitting on my behind entirely too much this trip.”
I haven’t complained because seeing him relax so completely has been wonderful. But if I were to be completely honest with him or myself, this sedentary side of him got a bit dull this third day of camping. I’m ready for a little adventure.
“I have a better idea. Why don’t we go into town and rent some bikes?”
Usually I’m the one happiest setting a sedate pace on foot. My suggestion clearly delights my guy. I just hope [i]my[/i] behind doesn’t regret this departure from the norm.
An hour later, I think I’m doing pretty well. We’ve ridden past some really neat historical buildings. Even better, Virgil points to an ice cream stand.
“What do you say, Gladys? Ready for a break? I’ll buy you whatever you want.”
I’m almost off the bike before it coasts to a stop beside the shop’s cluster of picnic tables. Virgil laughs. I tell him to purchase another of whatever he decides to get just as long as he makes mine smaller. It’s not often that our tastes are not in accord.
And this is not one of those times. A scoop of pistachio ice cream on a waffle cone tastes great, a cooling treat after our exertion. Virgil groans when it’s time to pedal on our way.
“Want to head back to the rental shop? You look ready for a nap.”
“I should work off some of those calories,” he says, “but yeah. Let’s go.”
“Just one second.”
A teenager walking by is kind enough to take our picture as we pose before the bicycles. Then I'm ready to park myself by our tent until time to light a fire and start dinner.