I woke up to a warm morning, 96% humidity, and gray skies that wore off to blue. Sure, maybe not the best for a long bike ride in the city, but it’s Defenders Day, and E. and I were on tap to lead a tour of historic sites related to the War of 1812. Then I looked at the weather report, and E. called, and we decided to postpone the ride due to expected thunderstorms and possible tornadoes. Our citizen soldiers never would have made such a choice. They weather was still nice, if breezy, so I hopped on my bike and headed over to Locust Point for a little self care, planning to hit up Fort McHenry afterward to ease my regret over cancelling the tour. After a quick wig removal, I stepped outside, planning to make another stop for froyo, but then I looked at the sky. Yep, that’s what a storm looks like when its rolling in. I got back on the bike and pedaled as fast as I could as the sky took on more and more layers of gray. I stopped at William and Montgomery before hitting the Inner Harbor trail (still blocked in several spots by stupid Grand Prix detritus–thanks for the detour signs *grumble grumble*) and took this picture of the early afternoon’s blue skies getting run over by storm clouds. I could literally feel the temperature dropping as I headed down and around and back up the hill. Pedal, pedal, pedal, wind, darker skies, strong winds, pedal, pedal, and I made it home just three minutes before the rain came down. Nature’s a trip.