The plan was to wait out the showers. But, back on the bike, it became obvious that I wasn't dressed for the weather. With the cold/cough/upper respiratory phlegm yuckness that's been present for the past couple of weeks, I turned back, headed up the hill toward the warmth of home. On the way, I snapped this photo of a casualty from last night's wind storm.
Fall in the Great Northwest is time for rain gear and long-fingered gloves. 8.7 miles today, but let's live to ride another day and be better prepared.