Bicycling in the rain is not as romantic as it sounds (if it sounds romantic at all) #SFWApro

Once again, we made it to the Raleigh end of the American Tobacco Trail, a 34-mile round trip. We even got out of bed around 6 a.m. so we could get going before it got too hot.
Unfortunately, we had barely started back when the sky became dark and ominous. About four miles on the trip home, it cracked open and we were drenched. After a couple of miles we found shelter, sort of, under the eaves of a park restroom, squeezed in with three other people. We waited, I’m not sure how long until the rain tapered off to a drizzle, then set out again.
That was the worst of it, but riding the next 12 miles with sodden wet clothes was no fun at all. We finally made it home, utterly wiped out (though that said, not as wiped out as the first time we went). And the rest of the day I spent either watching movies for the time-travel book, cooking dinner (pasta with a bruschetta appetizer), making pesto with our remaining basil plants and then watching Time After Time with TYG. So a good day, but a tiring one.
Bed is looking very good.