Saturday morning, I was sitting in my chair in the living room piddling on my computer when the Great Hunter came in and said “why don’t we go for a bike ride and have lunch in Grafton?” I immediately thought, “no, I didn’t plan for this so I can’t do it.” I am not a spontaneous person at all. I plan my days, every day, even if I plan that on that day I am planning to do nothing. So to be confronted with an excursion that I hadn’t mentally prepared for was, well, it was hard! I had to remind myself that I complain that the Great Hunter never plans anything for us to do and if I left things up to him, we’d spend all our time in separate rooms with him watching videos of unknown people building cabins in the woods and me watching…well, whatever might be my current flavor of the day.

So I had to say yes. I’ve written before that my favorite trip on the motorcycle is to Grafton and usually we take the two ferries across the Mississippi and Illinois Rivers but today we rode a little further up Highway 94 to Grafton Ferry Road and took the ferry that crosses the Mississippi right into Grafton.

We ate lunch at the Aeries Winery and in keeping with a custom we started about five years ago, we documented our anniversary on the balcony of the winery with the carefully crafted Kleenex placard documenting the number. Twenty-six it is.

It was a beautiful day. The food was good. The ride wasn’t long and it wasn’t too hot. I didn’t even complain about the motorcycle seat hurting my rear end since I was too busy complaining about the heat from the exhaust pipe burning my calf! That will teach me to ALWAYS wear jeans!