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April 23 Sunday Bicycle touring France Rain. Rain. Rain. It started last night and has continued unabated all day. A light constant drizzling rain. Our bicycle touring tent is pitched on high ground above the clear flowing river beside us. Hopefully, it stays that way -- contained within its banks. I have no desire to turn this cycle touring trip into a canoe trip. I wonder how long a tent would float. Not at all? Probably. The good news is that our two-person Kelty
tent has stayed dry inside with only the slightest condensation
and a bit of rain when we open the fly to make periodic trips
outside to attend to nature's calling. I even got rid of most of that horrid prune jam that I have been carrying in my rear bike touring pannier since Italy. I think it has started to ferment. The sides of the plastic Yoplait bottle I had put the jam in from its glass container to save on weight, swells up. It makes a hooshing noise when I unscrew the top. Maybe the bottle is just trying to upchuck the contents? Sharon succeeded in getting the cork out of the wine bottle today. I don't know ... I kind of liked having to work for it. Sucking on the bottle like a wine baby. I'm reading a novel about cats called Golden Coney. Our friend, Heide, a cat lover, would enjoy it. |
