Monday, September 23, 2013

Wet dogs and Englishmen

An evening of hellacious rain was followed by a day of on and off hellacious rain. But I pressed on like a man who either knows no fear or who is just a fool. Lightning, hail and rain coming down so hard it was opaque at times. 

But, tah-dah, it stopped just as I pulled into the parking lot at Hovenweep. My reward for sticking it out.

Then, as I was getting out of the van, five vintage Jaguar roadsters rolled in. Now there were brave/foolish people. Nothing but ill-fitting canvas tops keeping the deluge at bay.

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