Got a call at noon saying the party was a go after all in spite of the severe storm warnings. Headed over in spite of misgivings.
Watched an old man hit a deer on the stretch of road between hilltop and the turn to Kinzua Bridge Park. The car behind me stopped. I kept right on driving.
Followed behind a Semi, who in turn was following a gaggle of motorcyclists from Smethport through to the Sweden Valley Inn on the far side of Coudersport. During torrential downpour that was literally flooding the roadways and causing rock slides in the usual places (near Lynne Hall).
Hazardous driving at reasonably slow speeds with lots of swearing involved.
Made a call from Port Allegheny and was assured it was blue skies and sunshine at my destination and they put a tarp up - just in case. Got to Coudersport and weather seemed better, so I continued on.
Luckily the motorcyclists took a break. Felt real bad for them. Remembered how rain feels like nails on a bike. Had a flashback to Bill driving the BSA at full speed going around the bridge curve in Ansonia. I've blacked out so many memories.
Finally got to Lucinda's. Boy was I ever wrong about her plan intention was. She wanted hippie flowers. With no planning. Ah, well. No matter. Had fun trying to paint in the rain and high humidity. It'll be cute when it's done.
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