The Weather Man was Wrong

Normally the Monday after a race I ride real easy and use it as a recovery ride. But this Monday was different. I knew I was having surgery Tuesday (getting a screw out of my foot), and I knew I would be off my bike for a few days. So knowing this I called up Jolene and Wendy and convinced them it was not going to rain and the ride would be great.

We rode the loop in AF Canyon, and the ride was great. The weather was perfect, the trails were tacky from recent rain, and of course great friends to ride with. As we hit the Cascade side of the loop dark clouds started to roll in, a breeze picked up and there was thunder announcing an imminent storm. I kept saying the weather man had said it would not rain until 3 pm, and it was not even noon yet, so we should be okay. I had to put those positive vibes out there. We rode up to the Summit parking lot, and just as we got there the clouds opened up and the rain came pouring down. And by pouring, I mean drench you immediately rain shower.

Not knowing how long the rain would last we took off, although I don't think it would have mattered, how fast or quickly we went because we were drenched within minutes. The funny thing we noticed as we rode back, the rain was on part of the trail, but not others, and by the time we got to the parking lot the only indication you would have known it had rain was the mud that covered our bodies.
Snagging a picture of Jolene as we ride.
Wendy coming to the top of the look out.

Part of the downhill on Deer Creek South Fork.

You can't see the rain, but my flash went off due to the dark clouds and reflected off of Jolene's bike.

Wendy riding down hill. I got water on the lens from the rain.

Ride is over and we are the only proof that it rained.