We left a bit late and had a nice ride up 22 with Jim, then up through Whitehall and Ticonderoga where we missed running a bone-dry Tracy road by about 5 minutes. Instead, we ran the first three-quarters through a biblical deluge.
The last bit was dry, which let us examine in detail the back end of a guy towing a cabin cruiser over to the interstate
We had some short spectacular bits (the highway out of Tupper Lake was deserted, dry, and awesome fun, and Cascade Lake stunning as always) but it pretty much pissed rain on us the rest of the way back, with the worst in the last half hour with all the weekend traffic on the 416.
At least border protection just looked at us like

and just waved us through.
Somehow this event is still fun despite the shittiest weather of all time. Thanks Mark, Alan and Seth for the effort this year, and to all the great folks who make it what it is.