As I stepped out of the Timeout Tavern in Clare, it began to rain again. During the time I spent inside enjoying a Coke and an order of Baked Macaroni & Cheese I had almost completely dried out from the miles before dinner. A quick check of the radar showed much more rain had arrived. I wasn’t concerned though, I had a plan. Once I got to Farwell I’d stop again at a bar I knew of in town. There I could dry out again before finding a place to rest for the night.
It rained hard for the entire 5 Miles between Clare and Farwell – harder than it had all day. By the time I got there I was soaked once again. As I walked into town I made a very unfortunate discovery; the bar I had planned to stop at (as well as every other establishment with indoor seating) was closed. I had no options.
Part of the reason I do these things is to re-center. To remind myself to appreciate the comforts I have that often get taken for granted. Familiar becomes expected. Spending a 59°F night dripping wet in the dugout of Farwell Little League Field #3 went a long way towards accomplishing that goal.
Let’s see what day 2 brings….. 😊
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