…it rained the day after the triathlon.

We massaged a few athletes out by Salt River in the morning and it sprinkled on us toward the end of the third session. As we were getting toward home, there was a nice downpour, and then a break, and then some nice steady showers.

“Cool!” I said. “If it rtains like this all night, the roads won’t wash out and the plants will be so happy and we won’t have to worry about …..” Last week as we sat at the Pickled Greek having dinner, firetrucks went by, and we could actually see the flames on the hillsides across the street from the restaurant. Too scary!

Anyway, the rain stopped for the evening. But during the night we woke to torrents and wind gusts that blew rain into our bedroom, causing me to jump out of bed to close the south facing window. The frogs started to squawk and I didn’t know if one was sandwiched between the panes.

I wonder what race director Tom Guthrie has to do to make things work out like that?

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