It’s been a while since K joined E and me on a bike ride. (What about L? When it comes to cycling, forget about L: biking is not her thing anymore, and we’re not going to try to force that on her. )

We headed south to Hickory Knob State Park, which has a six-mile bike trail that winds along beside a lake. Only 300 feet of climbing, so it seemed like something K would be comfortable with. After all, she’s on a suspension-less hybrid bike with 32mm tires: it’s not going to do well at a lot of the places E and I like.

We got started, took a few pictures along the way, found a turtle in the middle of the trail (rescued it), rounded a bend in the trail to discover huge, dark clouds just a few hundred feet from us.

We knew it might start raining: it was in the forecast. But we hoped it might hold out, that we might survive with a few sprinkles.

Within a few minutes, it wasn’t sprinkling; it wasn’t raining; it was a monsoon.

What else could we do except continue pedaling?