Rain...lots of it

little did i know that a Friday night bottle of wine would be the salve to heal the visceral wound that is nature. man, that last sentence of full of @#*& but somewhat rings true though. i posted quite early friday a.m. about riding amidst the rain. both pete and doug stated most plainly "ride", but alas i didn't. i will next time, though. it ended up working out alright b/c the good wife got caught up at work and i ended up picking the boys up from school.

the wine came in a little later. the good wife's bookstore, Carmichael's, was hosting children's author Mo Willems, he being most famous for writing for "Sesame Street" and "Codename: Kids Next Door". i support my children's reading and education, but this was definitely more of a gig from my wife's side of the cerebral sphere. henceforth, i snuck out and right down the sidewalk to check out what was happening in The Wine Rack. bought a couple bottles under $10.00, finished the gig, went home, drank 1 bottle, and went beddy-bye to sleep. it fortunately did the sleeplikealog trick, b/c unbeknownst to me, Louisville was significantly deluged last night, to the tune of more than 8" in the area. there was certainly evidence of some serious rain, but i was surprised to find that it was the most substantial single event since the '97 mini-flood that did in the basement. we somehow survived, but numerous people have died through KY over the last couple of days due to high water. we got more rain today, bringing us to over 10" for the 2day period. shit, apparently I-64 was closed down towards town b/c of high water. scarily enough, this is the exact location of the Beargrass Bike Trail is. the water would have to be 7-9feet high above the normal creek level to put it over the interstate. mierda!



This is looking at an intersection i'm always coming through, turning right from the side road (unseen in the water). This brings you to the heart of the flat portion of Cherokee Park, which of course follows the Creek.


Here is a Real cyclist doing his turns in the park, "come hell or highwater!"




I admire his moxie, but Beargrass Creek is now nothing more than a drainage ditch, and when high water comes, a de facto sewer allowing effluent released on its way to the Ohio. Hopefully he has a mouth plug along with the noseplug he's wearing.

didn't ride today. walked up the the coffee shop and back with the boys, but don't think the 2mile walked worked off the ice cream we had this evening. if we're not floating down the Ohio tomorrow, maybe we'll give it a spin.