I have suggested that somehow the storm clouds seem to be tethered to the handlebars of my bike. I know that all of you who are suffering from rain fatigue feel the same way about this continuous leakage of excess liquid from the sky. And I also know that I am not alone in my displeasure with Mr. Sun for taking an extended vacation without appointing a stand-in. But in defense of my constant whining, I would like to point out that it was not raining when I woke this morning, and it started pouring just a few minutes before I climbed on the bike to head for Kennebunkport.
Having gotten the whining out of my system, I am pleased to say that it rained for just an hour and a half of my short two-hour ride. Earth’s heater still was on vacation, but I was thankful for a day where the hotel hairdryer would not spend an hour an a half making love inside my boots.
Meeting my friend Jim here is a wonderful addition to this trip. He got me started in riding more than seven years ago, and together we have been to Alaska, The four corners of the continental United States, and back and forth across the country another three times. Our schedules have precluded a long ride together this year, and I feel so blessed that for at least the next two days we will be on the road together. Laughter is one of the great gifts he always brings on our trips and after eleven days of introspection, it is definitely time for me to laugh again.
I woke up again this morning an hour before my internal alarm went off with three or four paragraphs for this new book screaming to be put on paper even before I went the bathroom. I was laughing at some of the crazy lines that kept appearing as I was writing what my mind was dictating. Talk about feeling lucky.
I know that my memories of the rainy days I have encountered will fade to a set of humorous footnotes to this story shortly after I get home. But recovering my passion for writing, Finding The Writer In Me? That part of this tale I will work very hard to see that it never fades again.