I don’t know why, but it won’t stop raining in the Northeast. Normally, I’m intrepid. I can bike through it, camp in it, and even appreciate the chance to shampoo my hair after a few hundred miles.
But today was insane. After a nice 60 miles from Maine into Massachusetts, the sky tore open. I couldn’t see in front of me. Puddles formed that covered the whole road, and when I biked through them, my pedals would go completely underwater. Then, as I trudged on, the water would spray up under my poncho like a swampy bidet. I have leaves stuck to my thighs.
I found a commuter train station, though, and praise God, got the only train for three hours. I’m expected to be in Boston tonight to meet a friend from grad school, and was prepared to bike through the tempest, if necessary. But this is much better.
So I cut 20 miles off of the 120-mile trip from Sabbathday Lake to Boston. Shoot me. At least I have nice views of Massachusetts as it becomes a giant lake:
