USNA 1973 Ride-2-Remember

Day 46, 18 September: Munster to LaPorte, IN

Mother Nature is a fickle, fickle, bitch.  There, I said it. I could be putting myself in her crosshairs but so be it.  As Doug says below, we had three different weather apps – all saying something different for the day’s forecast.  I was reminded of one of Dave’s missives – “There are only two professions where you can be wrong 100% of the time and STILL be an “expert”… meteorologist/forecaster and economist (Sorry, Duncan, I’m sure you are a quite good economist – looking forward to seeing you in a couple days. Don’t bring any rain).

Taking the “no way would it rain on us again after yesterday’s deluge” attitude, we all dressed for the cold… not the wet kind.  About two hours in, I swear I could hear Mom N. chuckling as a drizzle turned to a light rain, to an eye-stinging downpour.  Then to add insult to injury, it stopped, even a sliver of sun appeared – for about an hour, then the skies turned grey and dark and it became a race to get the last five miles done before we got another dousing.

So as I write this, the hotel room looks like a Laundry blew up – jerseys, raincoats, windbreaker, shoes, and tights hanging from every chair, curtain and other surface drying out – waiting to see what tomorrow will bring.

Ron Bowman