More Wet Than Rain

It was still quite foggy way up the river at Ormond this morning.

It seemed darker than usual at 6 am when I left for the levee.  Of course the days are still getting shorter and it just takes a few clouds in the east to make a big difference right now. The thermometer was reading 60F, but I'd pulled on the arm-warmers more out of habit than anything else.  The one thing I hadn't been expecting was fog.  There had been none at the house, but as I neared river and all of its millions of gallons of icy northern water, I started to notice the fog.  By the time I'd met the group up on the levee I knew it was going to be one of those foggy rides that gets you more wet than a light rain.  Indeed, we rode through a fairly heavy fog for most of the long morning ride.  By the time we were five miles out I'd already taken my clear glasses off and stuck them into the holes of my helmet.  Every now and then a couple of drops of water would drip off of the front of my helmet onto my nose.  My fronts of my arm-warmers, which by then I was quite glad to have worn, were accumulating a layer of water droplets, and I was glad I had picked the ones with the brushed lining. On the plus side, the group was a little on the small side and the pace was moderate.  Right after the turnaround, though, Howard and Robert rolled off the front undetected by me and disappeared into the mist.  We didn't see them again until the playground.