Endless Wet

does this vest make me look fat?
Commuting calls for some unusual specialized equipment these days

That's a mayfly. This is August.

Day after day the temperature hangs in the 60s while humidity bobs up and down between 75 and 100 percent. The sun may peek out for a few minutes or a few hours, but more showers can't be far behind. Yesterday just brought a flat-out downpour. Today I rode in through a thick misty drizzle and sprinted home under the spreading mushroom cloud of yet another churning mass painting psychedelic hues on the weather radar. Never saw a flicker or heard a rumble until I was safe in my own neighborhood.

Met the cellist outbound on her bike, warming up to ride some hill intervals before the storm. She just managed to squeeze in one round before the crack-a-booms chased her in.

We hope the weather dries out for our little micro-tour to the Maine coast in a few days. Places a short drive away feel much more exotic when you get yourself there in a new way. If we'd been smart we would have chosen a route that we could follow by bike if the weather is dry and by kayak if it's rainy. If you're wearing immersion clothing, rain just makes you laugh.

Maybe next year.