The Boyfriend and I were determined to do a favorite club ride of ours, a climb I actually like -- Fremont Peak State Park in San Juan Batista. A climb of 3,169 feet over 11 miles. We left San Jose with blue skies. As I drove us through Morgan Hill and garlicky Gilroy (seriously you could smell the garlic) on Hwy 101, the sky turned dark, threatening rain at any minute. Well, The BF, asleep in the car, missed all the drama. We hit dense fog approaching our destination. We contemplated abandoning the ride. And then all was swell again as we started the ride with 5 other club members. The sun started to shine through the clouds. 5 miles into the ride, we hit dripping fog again.
The BF and the others had long left me in the clouds.