Living the fairytale life

So we broke our weekend hibernation long enough today to explore our environs a bit. We emerged from our cave, rubbed our eyes for a while in the forgotten spectacle of real sunlight, then pedaled off into the incessant winds. We had a map that seemed to evince that a few real castles might be within shouting distance, a possibility that actually appealed to both kids, so we knew we had to jump on it.

You have to understand that we don't undertake recreational bike rides lightly these days. One among us has to commute to work daily on his bike, spending a full hour in whatever capricious and brutal weather gets thrown at him; on Saturday morning at 3 a.m., for example, he had the distinct pleasure of riding through the first real snowstorm of the season with 50 mph wind gusts over a breathtakingly narrow bike path with a barge-bearing canal on one side and goose-bearing canal on the other. A Dutch Scylla and Charybdis, if you will. He arrived home covered in an inch of snow -- pardon me, 2.54 centimeters -- and semi-hysterical with laughter at how utterly unthinkable being outside in such conditions would have been to our softer selves even a few months ago.

So we were marveling at the lovely bike path to the Casteel de Haar and what a comparatively short ride it was, etc. Then we took a ninety-degree turn and were nearly bowled over by the wind broadsiding us, which brings to mind another Dutch proverb: If you can't feel the wind, it's at your back. (Okay, so Jeff made that one up today. More accurate than the other Dutch proverbs, e.g. the following: "Wie boter op zijn hoofd heeft, moet uit de zon blijven." Translation: "He who has butter on his head should stay out of the sun." Deep words, indeed.) So we blew into the castle and took a quick look around, but we decided to wait until we have some visitors before paying the actual admission fees. We're cheap. Aislin was psyched to see the stables and the cool door-within-a-door (free), and Dylan was enthralled with the drawbridge (also free), so we did just fine.

Then we started back. That'd be directly into the 25 mph winds. The whole way. With 40-pound Dylan on the back of my bike. Slumped over asleep such that I'd have to shift his body back into his seat every few seconds to keep him from asphyxiating on his seatbelt. Suffice it to say that it took us twice as long to get home as to get there, but I'll be durned if we didn't get the kids to bed early tonight so I'd call that breaking even.