Oh gads – how do I find the words for this one?
So – we found a great little spot in the forest for lunch (smoked salmon, swiss cheese, and tomato sandwiches on whole wheat bread – mmmmm, yum!). Just as we were packing up we felt the first raindrop.
Working feverishly, John and I stacked the bikes together and spread the tarp over them. As we tied the corners in place, the heavens opened up.
All four of us scrambled under the tarp in any cranny we could find between three bikes and a messload of panniers. Voices resonated with our shelter.
“I gotta pee!”
“Dare ya’ to head out.”
“No way! Where’s the water bottle?”
“Anybody got any food?”
“I’ve got some broccoli over here!”
For forty five minutes the four of us huddled together with our bikes as rain poured down,
In time, John managed to get positioned on Daryl’s saddle (which just happens to an Anatomical Relief Saddle (ARS) or, in our nomenclature – ARSE.
“I’ve got my arse on your ARSE, Daryl” John called out.
Davy, who’s head nestled on John’s bum, replied, “My head’s on your arse!”
“And mine’s on Davy’s,” Daryl added.
In all my days spent touring by bike, this one was a first for me. I’ve taken shelter from the rain in many places, including many unique locations, but never huddled under my panniers. Now we just need to figure out how to stack the bikes more efficiently so we have space for us.
After all the rain, the road was a mess. The
Miles today: 53
Miles to date: 820