“Great call!” This praise for my decision to delay one week came from The Bob a few days ago during a phone conversation while we discussed a few navigation and logistical items reference our impending journey. And he was absolutely correct, although this decision was a “no-brainer,” one that would have been grossly negligent not to have made. Here in San Diego and the local mountains, the predicted storm showed up as advertised (albeit a day late), as Mother Nature unleashed her rage in wave after wave of glorious chaos. First came ferocious, mercurial winds that howled and shifted directions for several days, followed by rain, then sleet and several feet of snow in the higher elevations that fell squarely along the route we must follow to start the ride.
"Mother Nature unleashed her rage in wave after wave of glorious chaos"
you have the gift of the gab, laddie...