The morning came early after a day of rest. Like a dummy I had left myshorts out on a line to dry, but overnight the fog set un and got the. Niceand damp for me. Yuck, cold damp shorts. I should have recognized it forthe sign that it was.
The morning ride was pleasant with warm temps and PC skies. However by noonthe skies to the North were turning dark and threatening. I found avolunteer fire dept to have lunch at. They had picnic tables set up undera shelter with electivity. Perfect, a place to eat protected from the rainif it came and a place to charge my phone.
By 1:00 it looked safe to head out, but no sooner had I gotten a mile awaywhen the skies opened up. It poured and poured. I found shelter at achurch and waited out the storm. When I thought it had passed I hrades out,and like before, the heavens opened up on me again. This cycle continuedtwo more times before I made camp.
Then, just as I got my tent set up, well yes, it poured again. So here Isit, or lie, damp and chilled, trying to cook under the fly without torchingthe tent.
So you see, those damp shorts were a sign of what was to come.
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