It did, in fact, begin in the rain. But it was not the horrible day I was expecting. I waited until about 11 am before leaving the hotel. The sun had even made an appearance. A short one. Within the first mile it began raining again. That sounds like a bad thing. I did, in fact, wish aloud for good weather just the day before. But I rode grinning and laughing. I didn't have a choice, so why not enjoy it. It was like being a kid splashing through puddles. Mud and all. Couldn't help but think adults really should play more.
The rain stopped after mile 8. That made it a lot easier to take pictures along the way. The trail is in good shape even with puddles. I'm on my way.
Not many other people on the trail. Met Deb at the B&B and we walked to dinner at a bar/bike shop/restaurant. There we met Chris, a very wet and tired biker who arrived in town without a reservation. We told him about our place and I invited him to join us for dinner as he seemed nice. Turned out he is a Catholic priest. Fits my pattern... join two bike clubs and get phone numbers from two women in their seventies... start the ride and meet a priest on the trail! Ha! Fortunately for him, there was an extra room at our B&B -- the only place in town.
Ride report: 3 deer, 1 bunny, 1 groundhog, 27 miles, 55' elevation change.
Ride report: 3 deer, 1 bunny, 1 groundhog, 27 miles, 55' elevation change.