If you push your luck long enough, sooner or later, the house is gonna win. Tonight we had a hearty group, and Monk was shot out of a cannon as we flew across the top of the park, and down the roller coaster. A quick re-group at the top of three little bears (Hatties), and I looked around from the top of the park and saw the storm behind us as we looped back north. I thought to myself, "I think we're gonna make this loop."
And perhaps that thought was the kiss of death as the thunder cracked and the skies opened up on us. But you know, sometimes when you lose, you win, as we all laughed and plowed back toward the parking lot in the pouring rain.
If we were handing out jerseys on this ride, a polkadotted one would go to Jimmy, who charged back to the lot and was waiting for the rest of us. We meanwhile took shelter under a pavilion where we met a nice dude with a really nice dog. The rain let up, and we made that last climb up the fire road to our cars.
Kevin and I talked about how rigamortous had set in from our refuge in the rain. Just as we got back to the cars, the rain let up, and it was good to catch up with some friends and a couple of recovery beverages.
It was a great time, and even though the loop was cut short, Monk hopes to make that full loop in the future. It was a really fun ride, rain and all. Until next time.
