Last Saturday there was a biking event. The events here often start at one park, then move to another park for the end.

This one was no different. On the way from the first park to the second though, there was a wreck. Harmony came to the first park with us and went home instead of going to the second park. We stayed with her most of the way back to the house so we were in the back of the pack. Because of this, we didn't see the wreck actually happen. It was one of our good friends that was in the wreck though.
She got all patched up and we borrowed a friend's car to bring her home so she didn't have to ride the 10+ kilometers home with a badly skinned knee and elbow. I'm just thankful that the wreck was with another bike and not with one of the big trucks we often encounter on our rides.