Today -- the weather broke long enough to lure me out of my man cave. We've enjoyed rain most of this week, intense at times. Overstreet Creek is higher than I've ever seen it. But, a partly-sunny sky beckoned, and the counterclockwise loop was in order. Heading north on 122, I noted that the green has made it all the way to the top of the mountains. Cloud shadows played hide and seek on the distant slopes.
Signs of the deluge appeared in various places. Inconsequential rills beside the rode were now brisk freshets. Standing water lay in the meadows. The bridge over Reed Creek boasted a layer of mud and debris. Had the creek risen that high? Or was I seeing the runoff from the gravel road just past? As I moved briskly along Gunstock Creek Road, a cordial neighbor who'd driven his orange tractor to the mailbox warned me of water running over the road at the next bend. I thanked him, vowed to proceed with caution -- and sure enough, a sheet of liquid nearly 2 inches deep flowed over the tarmac.
Great ride. I think it's time to go ahead and make a reservation for the Firecracker 100.