Yesterday, when I was headed out of Erie, it began to rain.
I know we're comparatively lucky. Water is high, standing water (full of mosquito larva) is everywhere, but we are not flooded out like some poor folks in the midwest.
I got ahead of the heavy rain, but before I knew it, it had caught up with me, and I got rained on again.
I got ahead of it once again, and again, that storm caught up with me. A couple of times it was raining so hard that the wipers couldn't keep up, and I had to pull of the road and wait for things to let up. By the end of the day, my Cabela's rain gear had failed me. I was freezing and soaked to the skin by the time that I got home. Dang. I wish there was a way to box this weather up and send it to Hal and the folks out in California. Or maybe Stevie. A foolish thought. More realistic is sending my boots to Susan or Mikey. A couple days in the deserts of Arizona would probably dry that soggy footwear out.
Of course, I'd probably get the darn things back with one of Mikey's friends in them.
I know that I need to waterproof my boots. A good coat of mink oil will do the trick. Just as soon as they dry out, I'm going to do just that. As soon as they dry out. If they dry out.