I spent my rest day catching up on all of things that I have let slide during the days of racing. Then I got out for a ride trying to imitate Tom Dumoulin's win on top of Andorre Arcalis. As I climbed a two mile long hill near my home in Richmond, Virginia, I was caught by what turned out to be a rather severe storm. I, like Dumoulin, was belted by hail as I road up to the summit of the climb. I hadn't been in the saddle for anywhere near as long as he did when he won Stage 9 in the Pyrenees. My wife snapped this picture when I met her in the gym after my ride. On the drive home, traffic lights and power were out everywhere. Plus traffic was at a stand still due to downed trees and power lines. Apparently I was quite a bit luckier then I realized.
Now it is time to get some rest ahead of tomorrows big stage through the Swiss Alps.