So many times, we have criss-crossed Austria to drive through Innsbruck on our way to somewhere else. It felt wonderful this time to ride into town and lock up our bikes to stay. This morning we rode past fields of corn and wildflowers, through air fluffy with pollen and perfumed with strawberry jam. The River Inn rolled along beside us, scattered with covered wooden bridges and giving the town of Innsbruck its name. By afternoon we were ready to give our bicycle seats a break!
The Golden Dachl
Trees Growing in Cars
Boggle and Apertifs
They’re taller than they were the last time we were here!
They are also stronger, funnier, and riding circles around me! The status has officially shifted and Mom is now the Slowest Member of the Family.
Soon to be the shortest, too!