Riding Out of the Rain
Magnolia to the North
It’s February on the cusp of March, and after something of a reprieve the rains returned, seemingly intent on making up for lost time. And thus the Pacific Northwest cyclist resumes a battle against the elements, more of a prolonged trench war than open combat. Day-in/day-out of sodden riding, waiting for the armistice of late spring sunshine to end the torment.
We rode to the hill over there, north of us, up to Magnolia in the dreeping rain. After the climb, the canopy of a wooded path protected us however briefly.
Out of the rain and under the canopy of a wooded path
Descending and back home, the Space Needle was on our left, enveloped in the elements. On my mind was the Ride with Rafiki. That’ll linger longer than this rain.
The dreeping fog and rain enveloped the Space Needle