Made it home a little before 8. Traffic was ridiculus. One guy was
driving like he was extremely hih.
I was properly cold with my traps badly spasmed. It still hurts.
Ian texted to say he made it home almost exactly when I did.
Slabbing it back was the right decision. The rain was not that heavy and the winds not that brutal. I expect it will be different tomorrow.
My boots and gloves are no longer waterproof. The Transit Suit is to a degree but I don't think I will be able to do aerious cold with this gear. It was only 48 or so and I was so cold that without the vest turned on I was shivering uncontrollably. Ian was as well but he had no electrics. I don't lnow how he did it.
We said goodbye at the Sheetz and were bith shaking violently when we tried to shake hands. "I guess that's why they call it shaking hamds." Ian said.
He seemed to really like the roads.