Yesterday was rain, today started with fog. Okay, foggy morning, I’m sure it will clear up soon so we are off. The road we took was a good one but the fog we were in got worse. Robin was sure we were going to be in one of those huge pile-ups you’ve seen on the news. We were on the Interstate and the fog was bad but I was going slowly enough that I wasn’t out-riding my visibility. That meant that we were being passed all the time but the bike makes enough noise that I doubt anyone would be flying up from behind and run into us. I was very surprised that the fog didn’t let up within a few miles, it was over 50 miles before we could see far enough to go the speed limit. That was about the time it started raining…..
You could see the white line you were next to and two or three more
We stopped for breakfast and even though I was already slightly wet from the fog situation, I put on my rain suit, the smart lady I’m riding with has had hers on the whole time. As the day progressed, the weather improved to the point that I was out of my rain gear and enjoying the day – – that all changed though. The skies were full of clouds but none of them looked very menacing. We were just riding along, minding our own business when the skies opened up and we were in a downpour. It only lasted about 3 minutes but that was long enough that I was completely soaked. I just shook my head and Robin just laughed. We ran into a few more showers and two more downpours before we got to Spotsylvania but I was so wet from the first encounter that there was no point in doing anything but pressing on. Truthfully, if my leather boots hadn’t been part of the soaking, I really wouldn’t have cared but it takes those boots a while to dry out. Robin’s aunt and uncle met us in the driveway with towels and we were all dried out enjoying the afternoon in short order. Looking forward to our time here and tomorrow’s trip up to Monticello, Thomas Jefferson’s home, hope it doesn’t rain….