bunrab | How to tell you've seen BunRab

You're driving along I-95, and there's someone on a little blue Beemer, with a large orange messenger bag slung across her back. As you pull closer, you notice that there's a knitting logo on the messenger bag, and as you pull alongside, you hear, out from under the helmet, someone singing "Whiskey in the Jar" at the top of her lungs. That would be me.

"Whiskey in the Jar" seems to be my current earworm; I can't get rid of it.

Coming home from the Wednesday Night Knitters at All About Yarn, my LYS, I took the alternate route, state Route 29 up to US Route 40. 40 goes through Patapsco State Park, Hollofield Area, on the way home. Now, one of the things that makes hot weather in MD more bearable than July in Texas is that it has been raining and hasn't been this hot already for months, so the grass and trees have not been fried to little brown crisps; they're still nice and green. And green makes things cooler. So, when I did the mile-and-a-half ride through "the forest," as we tend to refer to the park, both the fact that the trees had shaded the road during part of the day, and that there was air flowing over the road that had not been hovering over asphalt for hours, made the air cooler as I rode. In fact, though the temperature was still about 88 degrees when I was coming home, during the stretch through the park, I actually got slightly chilly. Nice!!