June 7 Drenched2 !

Knew I should have stayed under the covers today...
Like yesterday, this early morning's calmness slowly deteriorates into first a light drizzle, then as clouds lower, into a full-fledged rain. The odometer clicks over 1000 miles as I climb to Palisades Dam, then along the curvy, palisades above the same named reservoir before the descent into the crossroads town of Alpine, in WYOMING! (Rick, I gotta be legit now buddy!) Sodden, I plop into a booth at the ?? Cafe, to the gawking of all the clean and dry Sunday morn brunchers. What's with you folks? Isn't a soaking, wet ride in the rain the first choice of early Sunday morn activities for you all?? Consumed a 5-4-3-2-1 breakfast, (Now that's 5 cups of coffee, 4 slices of bacon, 3 eggs, 2 pancakes, and a piece of razzleberry pie, for those not aware of a countdown of this type just ask Stephen Jaeger) Change my soaked outfit for the merely damp ones in my kit and off we go along the Snake River, bound for Jackson.
Cold motivates me AFAP (as fast as possible) and I reach Hoback Junction after 23 more miles along the roaring, coffee colored Snake bound by steep hills, where the SUN busts thru! Maybe only a few blue patches, but it sure felt nice. More importantly, I was relieved that the weather would not worsen, given my wet and tired state. I knew I was approaching the sporty, prosperous Jackson area when I began to see the trophy houses on the hills, the Thule gear racks on every Subaru and endless billboards for lodging and eateries. The Painted Buffalo Motel accepts us for the night, some new attractive rain gear is purchased (hopefully that keeps the rain out this time) and the stomach is overfilled. Improvised clothes lines are strung around the hotel room to dry basiclly all my gear (In case it comes up again, does anyone know what happens if one ties a clothesline to the ceiling mounted sprinkler system head?? Just checking.) and I monopolize the lobby computer to close out the evening. Here's to fairer weather up ahead...