The clouds had become thicker and darker. When it began to rain, I was so not enjoying the ride, and I pressed closer to Chris's back, trying to stay warm and as dry as possible. We were going through some rocky cliffs when the sound of thunder rumbled around us, and the plinking of ice hit our helmets, and the motorcycle. Chris down-shifted, and when the pellets became big as dimes, he pulled into a rocky overhang off the road, as though knowing where it was he'd headed for it right away. There was enough room for the bike and us to squeeze in behind it against the rock wall. The hail came clattering down like a shower of hard, white stones, as big as golf balls, like he had described to me earlier.
“Sure glad you got here in time!” I had to yell above the noise.
“I didn't think we'd ma
