![The house sat at the end of a gravel road, no other buildings in sight. A wonderful, shaded bike trail (which was once railroad tracks) went right past, and we made great use of it. That’s my dad under the cathedral of trees.
On the first day someone wrote on the path with chalk: “Say HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Mark is turning 60 and Cleo [my cousin] is turning 7!”
It was so fun hanging out on the porch and hearing happy birthday wishes as bikers whizzed by.](http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l68j4y4gdn1qz7gs7o1_400.jpg)
The house sat at the end of a gravel road, no other buildings in sight. A wonderful, shaded bike trail (which was once railroad tracks) went right past, and we made great use of it. That’s my dad under the cathedral of trees.
On the first day someone wrote on the path with chalk: “Say HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Mark is turning 60 and Cleo [my cousin] is turning 7!”
It was so fun hanging out on the porch and hearing happy birthday wishes as bikers whizzed by.
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