We were having the time of our lives.
Riding bikes surrounded by mountains,
pines, aspens, fresh air. It was close to mile
twenty three. The gate on the trail was locked
and we were getting ready to pick up our bikes
and put them over the gate. A “trail worker”
showed up and unlocked the gate. We were
pretty pleased with ourselves and our fortunate
timing. In less than a quarter of a mile-everything
changed. We saw a bit of a grey cloud. We heard a
bit of thunder. That was our warning -no sprinkle-
very large rain drops started to pellet us. In a matter
of minutes it turned to hail! Holy Cow. It was after we were
quite drenched that we pulled out the one rain poncho
and pedaled like mad to beat the little grey cloud. We did not beat it.
I no longer enjoyed the scenery the poncho, yes, I got the lone
poncho, was flapping around me. It turned quite cold and
the bike brakes were cold and wet to touch. Neither I, or hubby
went down the ride turned into a race to the finish- which was over
twenty-one more miles…
Total outside hours: 419
