Earlier this week we had an amazing amount of rain. It rained from Sunday until Tuesday. And not just sprinkles, but hard, angry rain.
Yesterday, after everything calmed down the girls and I decided to go drive and check out the damage in the area roads (to be read: where I ride my bike). To my surprise, all of those little roads in the bottoms were clear. Didn't know about St. Chuckles across the river, but at least I could ride near home, I thought.
"Yay," I said. "I think I can definitely ride tomorrow."
"Well," Gert said, "Don't get your hopes up."
We rounded a corner and started driving by the lake where I park. Lo and behold the lake was coming up to the edge of the trail there. Uh oh. And as we turned the corner it was actually covering the trail all through the rear of the park.
Now, no big deal because I don't have to start there. But it was pretty discouraging because if the lake was that swollen, then some of the other roads that I didn't check might be under water too.
"Told you not to get your hopes up," Gert said.
Well, I got my ride in today, though it was messy out there. Lots of debris. I felt guilty riding my bike while people were cleaning up.
Oh and the new ride? It's built. Just waiting for my no shoes to come in so I can go in and get my fitting done. Then? It'll be raining and cold for three weeks. Mark my words.
See? I'm not getting my hopes up.
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