Fortunately for Brad New Zealand celebrates Father’s Day in September. We were in the middle of packing to move on the US Father’s Day this year and completely missed it. For the NZ Father’s Day Brad wanted to go downhill mountain biking. The local mountain biking club had a trailer day where they drive everyone and their bikes up to the top of a REALLY big hill and people ride down (over and over again…). Brad called this before we arrived-it was him and a bunch of teenagers. I’m glad I couldn’t see the trail because apparently there were 6 ft vertical drops and switchbacks that hugged the side of the mountain. He had a blast and Lazlo and Liska and I hiked to the trail end where we watched the kids (I say kids, because Brad knew better than to try it) rocket over a huge jump. Afterwards we drove to a nearby small town for lunch, headed back to the Wanganui playground and watched the Battlestar Galactica miniseries before bed. Oh, and he gave himself a Father’s Day/birthday/xmas gift of an espresso maker. I think he had a good day.
Happy belated father’s day, Brad.
Battlestar Galactica, huh? I’m not sure I’m that good of a wife.