And the path of least resistance tends to be my driveway. Seems like I cannot get ahead this year and this weekend proved it. Two rounds of rain gutter overflowing down pours made a river of the driveway and covered some of the roads in the area. Even one of the chickens (the crazy one) headed for higher ground when I found her roosted on the deck umbrella. At least I got out for a good and long back road ride on Saturday. Advantage of living in the sticks I suppose, miles and miles of sparsely populated and traveled minimal maintenance roads to explore, especially when the trails are too wet and blocked with downed trees from the weather.