Biking the Camas Days Parade

Dylan's new bike

A few weeks ago, my son was scheduled to ride his new bike in the Camas Bike and Sport portion of the parade. When I showed up, slyly thinking I’d be dropping my son off, I was quickly asked if I wanted to ride in the parade, too. Me being the shy artsy type who doesn’t usually like being the center of attention in any form, asked my son if he wanted me to ride with him, which of course he did. Ed, from Camas Bikes loaned me a bike—a nice little cruiser—and a helmet, and we were on our way.

Dylan, with me right next to him

We had a nice time, despite the ridiculous heat and an hour or so of waiting in the glaring sun. The route was really simple and Dylan did an amazing job of navigating within the throng of cyclists who had to stop and start regularly to avoid becoming one with the fire truck that was in front of us. While I was skeptical of riding through the gauntlet of parade goers, I had a nice time, but mostly, I remembered how much I miss cycling on somewhat of a regular basis. I used to do that a lot and now I intend to make time to do it more, especially before the dreary and wet winter days come rumbling through town again.