After the last of the storms blew through, went for a late-afternoon ride on the Minuteman, through the puddles and steamy air.
Lake Fottler once again gets the grand prize for grandest puddle. Good day for fenders.
Yes, it's vandalism, but it's charismatic vandalism...
There was apparently some significant flooding in places, leaving alluvial deposits--sand, sticks, mulch, rocks. The most hazardous was a field of fist-sized gravel, washed out of the bed of a drainage ditch in Mal's back lot.
Wrapped up the ride with a beautiful sunset organizing itself in my rear-view mirror.
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