Yesterday's ride through the rain got me thinking about water. It wasn't all that uncomfortable - we both had modern breathable parkas and rain pants, so we mostly stayed dry, and it wasn't all that cold.
But still, it was really nice to wake up this morning to a clear sky.
Water sure is a funny thing. You have to have it to survive, yet if you have too much, you drown. The other thing that got me thinking about water was how awful it tasted in northern Wisconsin and eastern UP Michigan. We had similar tasting water in eastern Montana and into North Dakota. It was so bad that we had to buy purified water at the grocery store. You really take plentiful, good-tasting water for granted!
The lousy tasting stuff we encountered is nothing compared to what Flint Michigan residents have had to endure, with incompetent city administrators piping corrosive water through the distribution pipes and contaminating the water with lead. We'll be getting close to the site of that debacle as we head over to Port Huron in eastern Michigan.
As we ride from town to town and state to state, we really get a sense of how precious and precarious pure water is.
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