Puddles

It stopped raining right before I went out to ride this morning. A heavy shower must have passed through because the creek flooded the underpass. I could hear the roar of the water and see the white caps pouring down over the rocks. Because the underpass was impassible, I ended up doing the Custis Hills.  Fog got denser as the miles passed.  My bike and calves were covered in grit by the time I got home. Thirty-seven miles!