On Wednesday Abe and I celebrated his end of quarter by going on a really memorable date. First we went mountain biking in Wasatch State Park and then biked around Midway a little. Biking on paved trails was positively magical, but the mountain biking had its perks. For example, it made me thankful that Abe and I had not done this while we were dating because I would have incorrectly concluded that we were totally incompatible. While Abe is going “Whee!” I am of the very strong opinion that death is imminent; mountain biking is just not my idea of fun.
On the other hand, once we started biking on a paved bike trail in Midway, I was in love with everyone and everything. On the right were beautiful houses on the left were huge expanses of fields and mountains–and an enormous moon was rising over everything!
Afterward we went to the Midway Mercantile for dinner and participated in one of my most favorite activities, eating. We had fondue (it was so good that when we ran out of things to dip I was shamelessly eating it straight!), shepherd’s pie, trout, strawberry rhubarb crisp, and sorbet. I also tried some of their mixed drinks and red wine and ended up having some slight difficulty walking straight after, much to Abe’s amusement.
Due to the drink consumption I do not remember the specifics of what we discussed, but it was probably the usual: religion, spirituality, Utah’s perks and quirks, our hopes, our kids, politics, and the state of our health (or lack thereof, depending on which one of us is talking). What I most definitely do remember is that the whole evening felt so amazing. I felt so lucky to be married to Abe and to have time to do fun things together–even when we have different definitions of fun.
