How fickle is woman

weather: 61-57-63, partly cloudly-rain shower-mostly cloudy, 3 mph W
route: Highland, clockwise
time & distance: 1:45, 30.2 miles
critter report: 1 bunny, 1 deer, 2 smooshies (1 baby raccoon - so sad), 2 soggy cyclists

As previously noted, Owl has a strong respect for Mother Nature. However, she knew they were going to get bit this weekend - after a rather ominous green blob appeared on the radar and was on a crash course for Owl and Monkey's intended route on Saturday morning, the pair decided to forgo a nice cycle and head to the gym. Sure, it sprinkled a little on the drive in and the roads were wet for about 1/2 mile, but no rain all the while they were working out. So, when the radar was absolutely clear this morning, Owl thought to herself that, given Mother Nature's highly developed whim, it was sure to rain.

About 10 miles in on River and Dean Roads, Owl definitely caught a suspicious smell in the air. The sky was darkening. Could that have been thunder? No sooner did these thoughts pass through her head when the heavens let go a brief, but chilly shower.

This real green blob captured over Lake Michigan is what had met the Intrepid Pair:

True, it didn't last more than a few miles, but the roads for the majority of the remaining 20 miles were wet...wet with a capital W. And, with the rain, the temperature dropped to 57 which, when dry, doesn't feel cold but when one's feet and hindquarters are absolutely sopped, every little degree matters.

Thank goodness for our little pit stop just north of Donges Bay and the hot air driers in the restrooms.

Naturally, the sun appeared and the roads were dry just Owl and Monkey cruised into Whitefish Bay.

Mother Nature rocks...and so does getting on the road.