Day 3, Glendale to Ashland, VA

Sleeping in a church is like sleeping anywhere else. Except with really high ceilings. And with lots of windows. And pulpits. And pews. And hymn books. I woke up a couple of times during the night sweating like crazy, and I don’t know if that was ‘cause my sleeping bag is just so awesome or I’d caught a bit of a chill from the rain riding. Every time I woke up, I could still hear the rain. Ugh, so glad to be indoors! When light finally broke, I was snug and comfy in my bright yellow cocoon. Guess what? Still …

Day 2, Williamsburg to Glendale, VA

It rained. And then it rained some more. And just for good luck, it rained a boatload more. For five hours. On me. It alternated between pouring, deluge, cats and dogs, and “where’s the ark?” For the first three hours, I was reasonably happy. Enjoying myself. No, really. But there comes a point where booties just become water weights. Where you feel your feet sloshing around in a puddle inside your shoes and it’s not so delightful. When you look down and notice your hands are way to pruney it’s not so much fun anymore. And it’s hard to avoid …