After one P-Day in Bordeaux, Elder Neff's companion and I rode back to the apartment, thinking my own companion was somewhere behind us keeping pace with Elder Neff. But when we got back to the apartment, my companion was already there, thinking we had stayed behind to ride with Elder Neff!

So, of course we hopped back on our bikes and headed back down the hill to find the wayward elder. We rode all the way back to Bordeaux without seeing him, so we rode back, our anxiety growing with every turn of the wheel. But as we came back up the hill, we caught sight of Elder Neff's bike lying in the dirt next to a trail that angled up off the road into some trees and bushes. Thinking Elder Neff's great big heart had given out on the climb up the hill, we scrambled up the trail expecting to find him lying in the weeds gasping for breath--or worse. We were quite relieved, however, when we found Elder Neff quite well--even happy. When we caught up to him, he was bent over a bush packing wild raspberries into his untucked shirt. He was touched at our concern and to show his gratitude, baked us an absolutely to-die-for pie.

Elder Joel Nielson, submitted to the former site