David had a spectacular bike crash. He did a somersault with his bike and apparently rolled over a tick village. He had five or six crawling on him. There's nothing like an army of parasites to take your mind off a traumatic bike crash.
I had a pretty lame bike wreck. The babies didn't even notice. David saved us from losing our way in the woods. He noticed that the trail looked unfamiliar. We had passed our turn about 100 yards back.
We found an even better swimming spot.
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