Brown bear, Brown bear what do you see?

Last weekend was fun. Tim and I took the boys to the Pamlico River and spent time with my parents, his parents and his sister Jennifer. Saturday morning was filled with sprinklers, spiders, coolers filled with Ice and a pig pick'n.

After lunch, little boys found their way to a nap, big boys found their way in the shade of a tree drinking and talking or in-front of a tv to watch soccer and the girls (Jen and I) found ourselves sailing with my cousin Chuck. It was fun, I've never sailed before. It's one of those little boats that you sit on and manually handle the sails and steering...I'm boat dumb so I'm not sure what kind of boat it was. But we had a good time. Jen went out by herself with Chuck and on their way back in the boat was vertical and they were laughing. Very good times.

Back to the trailer and I headed out for my 90 minute run. Tim decided to ride his bike with me while I ran...the company was nice. What was nicer was what happened in the first 1.5 miles of my run...here's where the caption should be BLACK BEAR. We saw a black bear walking out of the woods about 200 yards in front of us. I stopped dead in my tracks and so did the bear. Tim's reaction "Angela turn around now, go, turn around now". My reaction...uh I'm not moving until he moves and he wasn't moving.

He stared us down as if to say "I see you, what are you doing? Do you want to play with me? I like to play chase." No thank you Mr. black bear. So finally, a few cars had stopped behind us, which provoked a response from said black bear. He decided to move along. Tim and I proceed with extreme caution and just kept wondering...WHAT THE HECK is a black bear doing on the east coast of NC? Mountains, yes...coast, um no.

The rest of the run was uneventful other than a blister that covered my entire pinky toe. This was followed by nearly a 4 hour ride Sunday morning. It was pretty hot, flat, windy, Hot, sunny and HOT. The one place I forgot sunscreen...a little place on my back where my shirt slides up and my shorts slip down. It's still got mini blisters and extremely tender to the touch nearly a week later...and still NC state red. OUCH, note to self for this weekend's rides!

After the great training we got in, (it's nice having both sets of parents and aunt jen around), we took Ryan out on the lake in a big inner tube. Tim and I sat in this thing while Ryan was in Tim's lap. He loved it! I seem to recall when I was younger that my dad couldn't try hard enough to throw my sister and I off the floats. Now we were slightly older than 4, but still...it's was no joke. Hold on for dear life and when you couldn't hold on to the inner tube, you held your nose for fear of water shooting so far and fast up your nose that it stung. So the point is, dad wasn't going super fast, but he was going fast enough to get some good waves and that Ryan said he felt like he was in a hot rod.

Now that's a good weekend.