The bus was still out of commission, so the trip to the US Open was out of the question last weekend. Instead, Joey, Jarrod, Joe and I went to Snowshoe to ride.
The rain had been constant all week, but subsided by Friday night. The weekend was sunny and hot, which dried out the soggy ground by Sunday. On Monday Joey and I planned on driving to Timberline, but his sprained finger swelled overnight and we decided to forego that trip. Instead, we hiked to the top of Seneca Rocks on our way home.