I can’t say I didn’t have ample warning. This particular engine of mayhem spent hours building up in the distance; only to steamroll me when the time was right.
Bad luck, the only rock shelter overlooked a small canyon and faced the storm. It would focus the wind and blast me.
Very pretty though.
This “tree” was pathetic shelter… but it was better than the “nothing” that was my other option.
After the brunt of the storm passed, there was a brief period of blue sky and mild showers. I rode through that and slowly dried out.
The air might have been dry-ish but the road surface wasn’t. I dropped from a high area where the trail was wet sand to a slightly different area where the trail was wet mud and sticky cowshit. My front knobby tire packed solid and steering went from “soft” to “practically uncontrollable”.
There was a rainbow. I caught only a sliver of it though.
Sunset looms. Behind “schedule” indeed!
Thanks for the updates and the pics.