They say if you don't respect nature, nature won't respect you. Well, nature bitchslapped me today.

After coming out of english recitation today, I noticed that it was thunderstorming. Even with my bike, I was drenched when I got back to the dorm.

Any of my past roommates will tell you that if:
1.) it's raining
2.) i'm wet

that I will naturally

3.) go biking on the Paul Greene Theater Trails.

I've done this a few times without much problems - it's always been a blast.

Well, the rain today was a bit heavier than most normal days, and there were a few small changes to the trail (most notably, a key wood bridge was broken and all that was left were two logs that used to be the framework for the bridge).


The creek is normally only about a foot deep at MOST ... but the thing was at least 4-5 feet above normal levels today.



On my way back from the trails going back home, I fell in at the place of hte old bridge. And as I grabbed a tree branch to prevent being swept downstream (to some horrible end), I watched as my bike was swept away by the rushing waters.

After I got off the bridge, I went searching for my bike, to no avail.

At this point, I'm pretty pissed at myself for falling in. I shouldn't have fallen in. But even worse, I don't know if my bike is lost or not. For its sake I hope it doesn't float - I plan on waking up early tomorrow and going out to find it. I hope I can ...

Bah. Check back tomorrow. Hopefully this story will have a happy ending.