I'm sure we were quite a sight today, as we pedaled along the Forest Trail in Lake Tahoe.

My husband took the lead, our six year old hitched to him by a "tow-a-bike", a kind of half bike that turns your cycle into a child/adult tandem.

Our older son and daughter followed along riding their own bikes--of course, my son would add here, the rental cycle was WAY cooler than the one he had at home, and he'd like one just like this one for Christmas, please.

Finally, along came mom, little guy and trailer in tow. (That's a lot of drag in the lake winds and up the mountain roads!).

As we reached the spot where the trail joins Highway 89 we stopped to grab some water and turn around (no road biking with my crew, thank you very much!). An older couple with thick Italian accents approached us.

Slowly the man counted, "One, two, three, four....God BLESS you!".

We smiled and laughed...It wasn't the first comment we had received today, but it was the most open and sweet. Unlike the obviously first-time pregnant woman and her husband who kept staring at us in something akin to horror until I told him, "Don't worry, they usually just come one at a time.".

The singora approached the baby's trailer, covered by sunscreen net.

"Cara mia!". "Que bella!", she exclaimed.

Examining his trailer, she stated, "Why, he looks like the POPE! Maybe he'll grow up to be pope."

While I know that with God, all things are possible, as a lapsed Roman Catholic, I'm just not seeing a popemobile in my youngest's near future. I wonder if she would had made the same statement had she seen him having a sit-down tantrum in the middle of a historic walkway (Ironically enough, on the Pope family estate, known at one time as "the Vatican").

It was a great day...pictures to follow when we get home and dump the camera.