Guess what? It is still cold and still raining. And to top it off, my stupidity let me lose my partial, so called and was able to get into a dentist (which ended up not being too productive)in Sandpoint. Duane & Jerry hauled us to Sandpoint and then we rode back to PR in the downpour. It rained so hard we could hardly see at times. Traffic was dangerous and when we finally turned off onto a back-road I told Kirk to get off his bike, get on his knees and thank the Lord for getting us through that mess. We were dressed for the rain but it was coming down so hard that none of it did much good. The cold made it miserable. Tomorrow we have to ride, so let's hope for a break in the weather.
That ride from Sandpoint back to Priest River was only 30 miles and we didn't take any pictures because of the rain.