Rain, Rain, Go Away...
No, seriously. Go. Away.
But it won't, not until the day after tomorrow, at least, and probably not even then. I've managed to avoid getting wet for a month (yes, today marks one month on the road), so I suppose I'm due. I had four ,choices for tomorrow: stay here, get rained on and remain damp; pack up, go to the Lodge and pay $50; pack up, pedal 1.7 miles to the Gateway motel in the rain and pay some unknown cash quantity; pack up, pedal 7 miles to Elkhorn City in the rain and stay at the only motel in town which sounds like a cross between a motel and a hostel, and pay $30. On balance, stayiing here seems like the best choice, and it's only $11.
For awhile, those choices all seemed pretty dismal to me, and made me moody and mopey. But my tent is mostly dry, except for the damp that inevitably intrudes during a day-long soak, and I've got a book (Jon Krakauer's Into Thin Air), and there's this here computer-thingy, which I can actually recharge in the rain using the electric hookup and a cunning arrangement of plastic bags and candle wax. Unfortunately, it's difficult to spend much time on the machine because I can't sit at the picnic table with it, and my legs do not like being crossed at all in the close quarters of the tent. I was going to post a lovely picture of the mist-shrouded gorge for you...but apparently the batteries in the camera have died, and the fresh ones are outside in the trailer. I'm not going back out again if I can help it, so the pictures and post of yesterday's ride (tentatively titled, Great, Kid...Don't Get Cocky) will have to wait.
