Yesterday I went out for a leisurely bike ride with Melissa. Out by the base of Bald Hill, a rain squall suddenly appeared and threatened to drench us. We made haste to the Irish Bend Covered Bridge to take refuge from the storm. The wind whipped the rain into sideways frenzied sheets of stinging ice. The howling gusts sounded eerily reminiscent of the noises the tornadoes made on the movie Twister. After about 15 minutes, the squall passed and we were able to continue our ride.
We rode past the staging area for the Beaver Freezer Triathlon. Several of my friends were participating yesterday. I was going to participate in this event but when registration came open, I wasn’t sure if I would be in Corvallis this weekend or not. Turns out I was. Maybe next year I’ll do the triathlon.