Kenny and I took a cycle trip today, and reached the tip of Leslie Spit.
He did very well; the last thing he has to learn is to actually get the bike going without assistance, and today he started to get that right, too. He can go just about any arbitrary distance at one time, easily getting to hundreds of meters at a go. Now he can also turn around and he no longer has problems dismounting.
We went to a beaver pond, saw some animal skulls and furs at an information center that's under construction, turned over stones looking for snakes, counted dragonflies and snails and grasshoppers, worked on some art being constructed out of loose bricks and tiles, played in a playground, and I even managed a couple of photos. Our trip took in about 17.5 - 18 kilometers.
I believe I'll remember this day for the rest of my life.
Other people certainly noticed us. One fellow walking the other way told me, "Good show, Dad!" Several people smiled brightly at the sight of Kenny doggedly chewing up the sidewalk on his little bike. We passed a family as they were getting into a car on our street. The Dad said, "Hey, you're doing well. I saw you down on the Spit!"