I used to think Ireland was the only place where, if you didn't like the weather, you only had to wait 10 minutes for it to be different. . . . This morning I discovered Ireland was not unique.
Heading out this morning, the temperature was 60F. I knew I had a tough climb ahead (2500 feet summit) so I dressed lightly (3 layers) knowing the effort of the climb would warm me up.
Yeah right.
By the top of the (tough) climb, the temperature had risen to 100F. Yes - a 40 degree increase in the space of a few short miles. I was saturated with the effort - through all three layers.
Normally you need to be careful with a steep descent as it is all too easy to get cold from the rushing wind at high speed. Given it was 100F I thought "This won't be a problem".
Wrong.
To my utter amazement, the fog rolled in as I descended and the temperature fell right back to 60F again.
John Travolta eat your heart out!
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