Wet breakfast

Ellen and I signed up for a Monday morning Hayrack breakfast. We met in the parking lot at 7:45a.m. and climbed into a hayrack outfitted with benches (but no hay), pulled by a jeep (no horses, unfortunately). There were about 18 of us. As we waited for possible stragglers, the sky grew more and more ominous, which inspired a lot of banter. Sure enough, not long after we set out, it started to rain. Pretty hard. One couple had had the foresight to bring an umbrella. One family had all kinds of rain gear. But we had brought nothing for rain and a man across from us had on just a short-sleeved shirt. The family lent him some spare rain pants which he comically wore on his head. We arrived at an attractive glade beneath some buttes where a buffet breakfast was all laid out- pancakes, scrambled eggs, sausage and home fries, plus juice and coffee out of an old campfire pot. It was great but it was still raining, and when I looked down at my plate, water ran off my cap onto my pancake. But everyone took it in stride and within about ten minutes the rain had stopped, and soon the sun was shining and we quickly dried out. 

       People breaking out rain gear

       Making the best of a wet ride

         Breakfast in the rain

           Clearing up

           A beaut of a butte!