Today is Mary Jo's seventieth birthday. She'd hoped to celebrate in style, but 2020 has made that impossible. Instead, she went riding with Karen and I.
It was just a normal ride. It was bright but chilly, with gusting winds.
We didn't see the eagles.We didn't see the hawks.
We didn't even see Big Daddy Buck.
Still, it was a good ride.
Happy birthday, Mary Jo. I hope I am half as bad ass as you when I'm your age!