The first non-sunny day we'd had. We checked the Weather Channel each night from our motel rooms. Bright Green electronic smears covered the center of the country from west of the Mississippi across the New York area. Buzzing Yellow flecked with Blinking Red spots chattered on the outskirts of each graphic zone. Florida was soaked.
Heavy rains continue to fall.
Falling everywhere except where it might help extinguish the spate of forest fires in the west or where we were visiting. Maine seemed cut in half on the weather maps. Our part, the desolate north, remained clear all week. The only wetness we saw was on the way home, roaring through Providence, Rhode Island, sandwiched between truckers and dazzled by the twinkling auras of their taillights. Looking back on the trip, we all had a wonderful time.