Riding in the storm;

I spent and hour waiting for the rain to pass. It didn’t.

I decided to keep riding. Only about 40km to go. Stopped at a gas station to buy something sweet.

A man stopped and asked me if he could give me and my bike a ride; what a blessing from a stranger. I was soaking. He was going in the opposite direction though, but I was so happy for his offering.

While I ate the candy, the rain stopped. My outer layer was a wool jacket. It did keep me warm and dry-ish, but the rain made it heavy.

This was no fun, but the road was beautiful. I felt too sleep deprived, had too much pain in the body, felt stressed about making it to Stockholm in time. But I kept on. Some days are like this, and that’s OK too.

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(This story told in pictures.)