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Sometimes you can't plan your day. Determined to get away from my sewer gas apartment, I went to help a friend move some lumber. After hanging over 282 for 2 weeks in January, it was much easier to pick up logs from the ground at my current weight of 264. Yes, down 18 pounds in 22 days. Interesting the effect of wanting to change and having a purpose. Of course, have to give credit to DPH and others. The message got through. Today, we stood afore a nice pile of stacked lumber, but a squall was moving in. With quickly darkening clouds, debris flowing and droplets falling I hit the trail on my Beemer. Within a 1/4 mile all hell broke loose. Wind picked up to 30-40 mile an hour bursts, stuff flying through the forest, the temperature dropped dramatically and the rain came down in a torrent. The rain hitting me in the face was frozen and felt like tiny needles cutting through me. Just 15 minutes prior I was working in a T-shirt. Now lightning was flashing all around and my BMW motor was over-shadowed by mega sounds of thunder from all around. I was in the thick of it for sure. To make matters worse, the lenses of my glasses and shield were fogging up. Could barely see where I was going but thankfully I knew the route. Even so, I was literally dripping into my boots. The downpour caused flooding conditions but I pressed on; 40-50 mile per hour through a 4" deep washout without any lateral sway (thank goodness for my new British tires). It was a long, 40 minute blinding ride in the pelting rain through the back country. Narry a traffic light in sight, just me and the cascading runoff. Carry on. Sometimes auto pilot is the only way. Dry and fed now all good. Whew, could've been worse. Lucked out this time! Solar eclipse tomorrow, moving on, let the past be blind...
