|At the cabin|
As cyclists pulled into the large yard that is protected by a tall fence, they could choose to go inside the cabin and cozy up to the crackling fire that Brett had so carefully made or saunter down to the blaze in the outdoor firepit. For me it was easier to enjoy the fire in the fireplace as the roar from Bernadette's chainsaw as it chewed through numerous wooden pallets would have disturbed my fireside reverie.
You've all had the experience of getting together with people you know and with whom you share common interests. Talking to Rob about an article he wrote about Mordecai Richler's derogatory comments about our fair city or yakking with Kevin about his upcoming bike tour where he plans to start in the southern U.S. and ride north with spring. Coreen wanted to show me a rugged camera that she had found near her property and Bernadette wanted to discuss the merits of camping overnight during one of the MS bike tours.
Unfortunately, I couldn't stay long at the old log cabin as I had to be up early to do my volunteer shift at the library (where it seems I'm the only one who rides a bike to get there).