Yesterday, I stopped at the aptly named Assateague Market a mile up the road from Assateague Campground on my way to my start in Ocean City for a cup of coffee. I chatted with the guy taking my money and he told me he liked my rig and I told him to enjoy the day.
And he said he would but that it looked like it was going to be a wet one.
As I drove away I thought about the weather report I had watched. A cold front was coming through with a roughly cigar shaped band of showers but as it came east it was sliding to the south and I remember thinking, Oh good, I’m headed west so it looks like I’ll be driving right into the cold front but north of the rain.
Ho, ho, hee, hee, I thought, no rain for me.
But then shortly after I left Ocean City the Rain Gods saw me escaping and marched north and stood straddling my truck, hands on hips, mighty heads thrown back, laughing uproariously as they peed on my damp, sad, little rig for the next three and half hours until I was through Washington DC.
Finally, though, as I exited DC and Arlington, heading westward, the gray skies lifted and with them, my heart.
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