The previous week, my children and I spent time in Bozeman, where we enjoyed being amongst familiar surroundings. They had a great time getting together with old friends at a homeschool theatre camp, and I got to bask in the glory of being recognised by some very incredible individuals. There were loving hugs exchanged, in-depth chats had, and a great deal of laughing heard. And it was so entertaining to see the automobile drive itself to its destination.

I was fortunate enough to have the opportunity to go for a little bike ride in the middle of all of these wonderful moments. The icing on the cake was that I was responsible for putting both wheels on by myself. My hubby is generally the one that comes to my rescue in these kinds of predicaments. In point of fact, it was him who was responsible for making it feasible for me to transport my bike in the first place. He packed it carefully by taking out both of the quick-release wheels. The one and only clincher is that he was working in Kalispell after his return.

Because a time-lapse movie of my wrestling match with the bike would have been both amusing and pitiful, I’ll save you the specifics and just tell you that I won. I had a feeling that everything would work out in the end, and it did, in a way that seemed impossible at the time, just when I was on the verge of giving up.

After a little period of time, I found myself driving down the street on my way to an unannounced visit to a friend’s home, where I was greeted with a cup of tea and an in-depth conversation when I arrived.

I always find such instances empowering.