The wise man in the storm prays to God, not for safety from danger, but deliverance from fear –Ralph Waldo Emerson
I suprised myself yesterday when I went for a road ride and realized that it had been over 3 weeks! Part of this is that it has been just too hot to hang out on the blacktop in the 105+ degree heat. It is much easier to wait until the sun goes down and ride dirt. As I left work though, it was a cool 97 degrees, so I jumped at the opportunity. It was hot and sunny but not overwhelmingly so.
I did the Home -> Bush Highway -> Usery Pass -> Home loop. Once I passed the Walgreens, not a soul was out. Even the traffic was abnormally light. It was just me and the desert, and I was flying. Every so often I would look around and be hit by another wave of awe at the beauty of the mountains and the river and the saguaro cactus saluting as I went by.
As I approached the turnoff for Usery Pass, the sky was turning ominous. Half way up the climb, dirt and sand started blowing across the road (and yes, at one point, a tumbleweed). At the top, it had gone from a sunny day to black, lightening, and windy. On the descent, the wind gusts were threatening to knock me over. As hard as I tried, I couldnt keep my front wheel in a straight line. Every time I nearly crashed and kept it together, I felt a surge of adrenaline cursing through my body. Wild and smiling, I turned toward home, the wind to my back, spinning furiously to outrun the storm. I was flying.
I pulled into the apartment complex just as the storm instensified and the sky went totally dark. Blair had dinner on the stove. I was salty and windblown. Inside, it was safe. I was totally, totally happy.