This year, I did my big road trip to see family for Thanksgiving, so I'm left to entertain myself on Christmas. I'm kind of relieved; it's a rotten time to travel on the west coast right now. I did a little local travel this morning on the vivid De Bernardi, taking advantage of the holiday to get the roads and paths all to myself.
That big storm coming in from the Pacific reached up over Baja California and made it rain all day here yesterday. The rain stopped overnight, but everything was still all wet this morning... or underwater.
I was on the Greenbelt in Scottsdale, which is great almost all the time, with underpasses under all the major roads, but it's also the area's main drainage channel. Get a moderate amount of rain, and the path turns into a river.
That's okay, I can detour up on the roads... oh.
Plan C: wet feet. At least I had the wool socks this morning.
Nope. Time for another detour.
These feral geese were fearless. Don't they know what day it is??
My poor bike got so dirty! Seriously, it's never been this dirty before.
Light fog rolled in as I turned south to Tempe. This is unusual weather for us, so I climbed up to the top of a parking garage to admire the view until a security guard came and told me to get lost. There's no sneaking around on this bike.