Was looking forward to the 3.5 hours on the mtb bike today. The forecast on the other hand was not helping my cause. I left this AM staring directly into black clouds parked right over where I was planning to ride today. Normally when you see this it is a 50-50 shot as to if those clouds will make it over the mountains and into the foothills...and then town.
The first miles of trail were primo...and I only ran into a few other mtbers out there today.
As I rode, the weather inched closer and closer.
I kept riding...telling myself I was not turning around until I started to feel those first drops.
Sure enough, at the furthest point from the front door....the skies started to open up with bone chilling precip. Out came the gore-tex. I ended up riding home on the road, as retracing my tracks would have been a muddy hell.