The forecast said that rain was likely on both days of the Sedona MOA Getaway. Long gray tendrils from five distinct showers filled the horizon ahead; an interesting sight characteristic of late summer in the southwest. I rode toward them–east toward Sedona. Patches of blue fueled hope that I might thread a dry–or mostly dry–path through. On the Prescott side of Mingus Mountain, though, sprinkles turned into solid rain, forcing me to stop under a gas station awning to struggle into my rainsuit.
Naturally, the rain then soon stopped…and that was the end of it. So eighty BMW riders from the western US and Canada enjoyed a weekend of marvelous scenery, great roads, interesting bikes and friendly companionship under a bright Arizona sun.
Finally, the heavens did open up with the hardest rain of the season–shortly after I got back to Prescott on Sunday afternoon. Hard to beat the organizational powers of the MOA.