Two Wheels To Nowhere

Usually we head down to the Lakefront for a ride. It’s an almost automatic and involuntary direction that we resisted today. Instead, we decided to climb up Leacock hill from Mom’s place and then coasted down towards Sunnidale Park. There we parked at the Arboretum and had a long walk through the trees that have been so carefully planted, labeled and trimmed to perfection by people like my old environmental science teacher, the late Wyman Jacques, in whose honour the space is named. As I struggled to differentiate a maple from an oak, Mom reminded me that Dad would have been able to name each and every tree there, effortlessly. We bumped into Mr. Vogels, an old acquaintance who also happens to live at the Waterford where Mom lives. We chatted for while reminiscing about the potato farm that he operated with his family in Utopia, back when I was just a kid. He was amused and marveled at the fact that Mom rode the tandem there with me as we got back on and rolled away towards downtown. After some banking and errands, Mom indulged me in some high-end frozen yogurt before I delivered her back to her place, just in time for dinner. Overall, a good afternoon on two wheels!