As we ride from there up Blacks Creek Road to Prairie, I offer Brenna a running account of past trips with her brother and mom, pointing out distant bits of trail or terrain. She is most interested in the time her mom got hurt, almost exactly ten years ago, so I recount that story in detail.¹
Just past the farm on the bench above the South Fork bridge begins a long procession of ATVs and side-by-sides that doesn’t end until we’re in Prairie. It’s quite a parade of dust.
I heard her counting so I ask, “how many were there?”
¹ Trail Image, “Bad Day at Danskin”: www.trailimage.com/bad-day-at-danskin