You know it’s raining when…
- I ditch my glasses. Better to have slightly blurry vision than try to see through speckled, foggy glasses.
- We can hear the ocean waves. We know they are there. We just can’t see them.
- We skip Cape Lookout.
- I change into dry socks at our breakfast stop. Oh, does that feel good.
- I have to peel my cycling gloves off my hands. It feels better without them.
- Rich has a dark stripe down his back – roadspray from his back tire. I’m not sure why I don’t.
- We don’t stop to chat with other long distance cyclists that we pass. A simple wave and a knowing look says it all.
- We hardly take any pictures. In fact, Rich has to use fake decoys for his “bird of the day.”
- I start taking to myself. Out loud. “Okay. Enough already. You can stop now.”
- I agree to skip the longer scenic route without an argument. Just getting there takes priority.
- Rich says it’s not a good day for ice cream.
You know you are lucky when…
- Rich has a blowout, and not a drop of rain falls while he replaces the innertube and tire. In fact, he sits on dry pavement.
- We can both grin and bear it.
- We reach the motel and the biggest downpour of the day comes while we are settling into our warm, dry room. Good thing we didn’t do that scenic detour after all.
- The front desk clerk is a closet gourmet, and keeps refilling a plate with homemade cookies.
- Rich praises my ziplock bag packing system.
- Tomorrow’s forecast looks much better.