Rain, rain, and more rain.
Despite our wrinkled fingers, Piper and I rode side by side on the giant shoulder by the river and tried to keep our spirits up by any means possible. We told jokes, sang songs, and told stories to distract each other from the fact that we had been riding through a cold rain for hours on end.
Around 5 or 6pm, we finally beat the storm and found a bit of sunshine. We pulled into a park to cook dinner. The friendly maintenance man informed us that it would be okay for us to pitch a tent for the evening. We were asleep by sundown.
