Turning water into whine

Morning circle and devotion

It was raining when we awoke. I hate riding in the rain. Some riders just didn't bother to suit up, and rode in the van all day. I was so tempted to join them. Did I mention I hate riding in the rain?

Every morning we assemble, have a devotion, say a prayer, thank the church, and we're on the way. Sometimes these can turn into 15+ minute sermons, and standing there in the rain (I hate standing in the rain) I know I certainly wasn't in the mood for it. Lydia kept it short, reading from John 2:1-11 and I found my inspiration for today's blog. I really don't know what her message was meant to be, for I get a bit distracted. SKWRL! (As I mentioned in yesterday's blog, I'm feeling a bit squirrelly.)

Starting in the rain

We set off promptly. It was raining more lightly, but steadily. Water kicked off my rear wheel and up my back, wetting my butt, then off the front wheel, wetting my wool socks. Thank God for wool socks- they stay a bit warmer than cotton when wet. It started raining more heavily. My feet and butt were soaked. I had a flat tire at 7 miles. A few riders stopped to help, including Lydia, who lent my her tire levers for I left mine behind when I had a flat 10 miles into yesterday's ride. The sweeps arrived, I finished, and we last riders were on our way.

It rained harder.
The billboard brought a smile.

 It continued to rain despite my objections. Actually, once soaked to the skin, not feeling every bit of dry getting wet, it all became quite acceptable. My temperature was stable and I started picking up speed, getting my rhythm. I thought of rainy days of my youth; how weather in these parts doesn't really change as radically as it does at home in Florida. It will be overcast for days. I debated whether I'd take my intended route on Wednesday.

Then it was beautiful, though still raining.

The miles melted under my wheels. I passed other riders, rode with some others, some would pass. Gradually the rain lightened, and then stopped. At the 60 mile break I was able to shed my windbreaker and continue. It was a bit cool, but not cold, and it felt good to dry out just a little.

Our home tonight

Saratoga Springs has grown up in the past 40 years. Of course there is the historic city and all the fine architecture Disney modeled it's resort after, but on the outskirts there is much development. Currently the town is at the peak of horse racing season, so is overrun with high rollers. I was hoping to hit the track and place a $2 bet, but not this trip. I lost last time I bet here, 40 years ago.

Though I had doubts while in today's rain about undertaking my own route tomorrow, I've had enough time off the bike and dry to reconsider it, and it's on. I will be without any vehicular or rider support, going it solo. Onward!