My morale starts sinking once I am outside again. It is cold. The western sky is covered with dark clouds. That is the general direction home. I decide not to explore further but take a more direct route back to Jyvaeskylae and turn northwest on road 69.
Rain begins immediately.
I pull over at a bus stop and hastily pull out all of my rain gear. Not quickly enough, I get wet. In the end I have on a microfiber suit with the hood up, booties and thin knitted gloves under old cycling gloves with disposable plastic gloves over both. I reach a mental low as the rain beats hard on me and makes me shiver. Home seems so far away at the end of a very lonely road.