There is not a lot of good to say about today’s ride. It sucks riding in a raw, cold rain without the proper rain gear, and it sucks even more when the travel agent messes up the accommodations, sending us on an 80-minute ferry runaround all the way up to Krems, sitting in our soaking wet clothing, when hours earlier, we could have checked into our hotel directly in Spitz instead. I guess I’m just a party pooper, but I have always HATED riding in the rain, and having to do so while still recovering from yesterday’s considerable effort, still somewhat jet-lagged, was really no fun at all. With temps in the low fifties, punctuated by periodic bouts of wind-driven, heavy rain, while thunder boomed overhead, all made for the most unpleasant time I’ve ever spent on a bike including the 1970, 120-mile Easter Break Riverhead fiasco with Joey. By the time we reached Spitz, I was totally spent, chilled to the bone, barely able to walk, in desperate need of some warm food and a chance to decompress. Finding out we never should have jumped on the ferry in Spitz bound for Kremps while already aboard and underway was a bit too much to deal with after such a long, arduously unpleasant ride. Needless to say, there is a paucity of pics for this entry as the camera had to be securely tucked away in a small plastic bag nestled in my windbreaker chest pocket to protect it from the pounding rain. With my hood up over my helmet, my peripheral vision was severely reduced, making for a safety hazard while at the same time limiting my ability to take in the admittedly beautiful scenery. I can only hope that Monday’s ride is better.