Notes
I waited until the warm, wet blanket of this afternoon's thick clouds to get scrubbed away by an incoming High Pressure system, and clearer, bluer skies. I was still warm mind you, but there was considerably more air to breathe with the muggies out of the way. I made a dash through one sprinkler near Bingo Bob's at Mile One, then a nice lady obliged me with a squirt of her hose at Mile Two; that was all of the water-play for the evening.