bad wife marks

I spent most of the weekend at Bear Lake with my family and my brother-in-law's family. We went on a fabulous mountain biking trail, in the middle of which ran a mini-creek a lot of the way due to the spring runoff. All of us had wet shoes and feet from having to ride across the creek several times. We turned it into a contest of who could ride their bike the entire way across the creek without getting stuck (I didn't ever win). By the end, our backs and legs were covered in mud splatters. I loved it anyway, and one of those reasons was because it was much more fun than mountain biking on slickrock.

The trail was so awesome, in fact, that Josh and my brother-in-law decided to go again. I drove to the market about an hour after we'd dropped them off at the top, and I saw Josh and Jake on the road. They were smiling at me and almost back to our place, so I just waved and didn't stop. As I passed them I noticed that Josh had a hold of Jake's Camelbak and seemed to be pulling him. Later, I found out that halfway down the mountain Jake's derailer broke and somehow got caught in his wheel. Josh had to break Jake's chain with a rock so they could free the derailer. Jake was able to ride on the remaining downhill sections, but on any flat parts Josh had to pull Jake and his chainless bike along.

Result: Becca gives herself bad wife marks for not retrieving her husband in distress.

Other highlights (and lowlights, actually—but not in a negative way, in an I-want-to-remember-this way.):
• Buying raspberry shakes from Le Beau's Too. I planned on eating four over the weekend but unfortunately only ate one.
• Josh accruing an approximated 85 mosquito bites from mountain biking. I told him they must like him a lot more now because of his cute haircut.
• Driving the circumference of the lake before church with Josh. We decided that lakes in Utah are not very pretty, because they don't have the appropriate amount of trees along the waterline.
• Screaming and not being able to breathe from the cold when I jumped off the boat to put on the wakeboard. Regardless of what everyone on the boat thought, I wasn't even trying to be dramatic.
• Wearing my little brother's wetsuit the second time I went out wakeboarding which made me much more peaceful in the coma-inducing cold water. No screaming was involved.
• Josh managing to avoid getting on the boat the whole weekend.
• Playing volleyball, which was fun until I re-broke my thumb from my intramural flag football days (jammed or sprained might be more appropriate words here).
• Watching lots of Law & Order: Special Victims Unit and making a cringe-face to Josh each time they said mentioned details of a sexual assault that I knew my mom, in the kitchen behind us, wouldn't like to hear. I knew she wanted to say, "What are you watching?! Change the channel," like she did when I was 17 and lived with her.