Just One Dirty Biker.: 19

Why I didn't take more pictures of last weekend, I don't know. I started wanting to just remove myself from capturing moments, to living in moments. But then I'm like, wait I should have taken a pic of that. Doggone. Well, It goes a little something like: Phoenix was blazing hot 118. Me and my woman and another couple rode into the hills to escape the heat. Destination Prescott, AZ. Granted it was in the upper 90's but it certainly beats 118. There was a dark cluster of rain clouds, that i was most definitely hoping to get a little bit of, while we were up there. We rode to a small park on the outskirts of town, with a pretty stagnant pond, and some pretty happy ducks. The clouds overhead grew bigger and darker. And a downpour ensued for about 2 hours. After the initial allure of getting all my clothes drenched and dancing in the rain. I sought shelter with my friends under a picknic shade. It reminded me of an East Coast rainstorm. It was coming down hard and fast at about a 50 degree angle. Each drop was the size of a bucket. Well, being wet suddenly lost it's allure when it got cold, and I realized there was no drying off anytime soon. Nonetheless, I knew I'd look back at this day and say "that was hella fun." Well, first decent break in the torrent, we broke for our bikes, and headed further into town to find a place to eat and dry off. This was my first time in Prescott, and what a quaint little town it is. I come from a quaint little town myself, and it was a nice familiar feeling being there. Where the main center of town, is built around the old courthouse, which sits in the center of a park. I just love the way towns used to be built and planned back then. When it came time to leave, we were planning on heading out the back route and take another way home than we'd come. But that road, we were told, was not a good way to go, because a town down the road was being evacuated due to an enormously out of control fire. And so we headed back home the way we'd come. The next day we would get news of the 19 firefighters that lost their lives in that same evacuated town just a few miles away from where we were getting a torrential downpour. It's funny how the rain clouds will form at a certain elevation, and due to winds, it will blow it completely out of the range of where it needs to be. Well, maybe it's working to protect and dampen the fires advancement, so that when it reached the hills, it couldn't do it's damage. Things work themselves out. Well, all that reading and I'm finally bringing you some photos.