Overnight the rains came, then the winds came, and then the temps dropped to almost freezing. The creeks flooded, and Saturn and Jupiter are in a conjunction right now for an earthly viewing that only occurs once every 800 years. Meanwhile, the pandemic is getting worse, and we're due for snow on Monday. And there are still 3 weeks left in 2020.
Yeah, a bike ride was certainly called for today. No question.
But...where to go?
The answer came as
@jabberwocky texted me a picture a friend of his had taken this morning of a local creek overflowing a low-water bridge. This was the same bridge we (J, Mrs J, and I) had ridden over just last week, and where Mrs J and I had taken pics of one another on the bridge before having a lark inspecting the concrete culverts under the roughly paved bridge. The culverts were already 3/4 blocked by debris, so even a small amount of rain was guaranteed to cause flooding.
We had a full inch last night. So, yeah - the creek flooded. Big time.
Thought a side-by-side comparison photo was in order to show the level of flooding (easily 4'-5' higher than normal) at this low water bridge. Flood photo courtesy of
@jabberwocky 's friend, next to Mrs. J with her ebike from last weekend. (Also please note the photos are taken from opposing ends of the bridge)
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Anyway, I got a bee in my bonnet to head down to the local ford (the only one left in this county) that we had also traversed last weekend (its the same creek, btw), to see what it looked like at flood level. It was a short hilly 4 miles in a chilly wind, which gave me a chance to try a new custom made fitted mask to see how well it worked towards keep my lower face warm, and also a new pair of Head thermal winter riding gloves.
The gloves got an A+. They kept my fingers warm without excess material bulking up my feel of the grips and hand brakes. The custom fitted mask, while excellent for non-bike use and super warm, just didn't cut the mustard with my sunglasses. The fogging lenses were so bad that no matter what I did I just couldn't stop the condensation. I finally gave up and stashed the sunglasses away. Frankly, I was going at an easy pace and there wasn't a chance in this green earth I'd get a bug in my eye today. The wind in my face was a pain, but I just ducked my head to avoid the worst and thanked the cycling gods that my route was almost all protected from the winds by trees.
This was the sight that greeted me at the ford:
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See that tiny ebike in the rightmost frame at the edge of the creek? Consider it my "banana for scale". Note the warning signs are at the edge of the flooding water.
Here is the creek from last weekend when we crossed it:
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At flood stage there isn't anything that can cross this creek except a horse. And even then it would be tricky to try. I did notice some hoofprints on the soft gravel that looked like they were heading to the creek, but as I bent to examine them I noticed two prints were dug in and twisted, right next to more prints heading away the creek. I smiled. Someone had ridden down to the creek to either see it, or cross it. The horse (and or rider) decided seeing was enough, pivoted, and headed back home still on dry land. Smart.
Halfway home I decided to prolong my ride and go a slightly longer route, one aptly protected from the cold wind by thick groupings of trees. Every bend in the road was heavy with puddles, every ditch alongside had water flowing swiftly, filled to the brim. It was a peaceful 10 mile ride with few people on the roads.
The last mile home threw me right into the path of the wind which smacked me facefirst without mercy. I was barely going 13mph, yet felt like I was peddling through molasses. Although the ride was short, it was enough.
Tomorrow it will be colder, and Monday we are due for snow.