Nothing to see here

When I woke up to pee at about 4 AM I heard rain pattering on the roof of the Rolling Steel Tent. There were also occasional splats of water dripping for the trees overhead. I released some liquid of my own and returned to bed.

A couple of hours later the sky lightened enough to reveal very dense fog. I was inside the clouds. White out. This is what I get for commenting about clouds down in the valley. “Oh, you were feeling smug about having sunshine? Well take this, smart guy.”

The air cleared a little later—at my elevation, anyway. There was still fog in the valley until about noon. Once it was gone I packed up and headed to my next destination. Despite Nature’s chiding, the rain had done the favor of settling the dust on the seven miles of dirt road back to the highway. But not enough rain to wash the dust of the incoming trip from my bumper. Not that I was entitled to it.