Between hip issues and the atmospheric rivers, I found myself needing to save my streak. I also wanted to get December turns before an anniversary trip to Hawaii. So I booked a room at Whittaker Bunkhouse, and drove up in steady rain. I was the first vehicle in the lot.
After booting a few hundred feet I realized that, unlike October, there was plenty to skin on. I made it up near golden Gate before the weather felt lethal, with rain blowing sideways and increasing whiteout. I got about 30 sweet springlike turns, the rest was hop and hope dodging grass and a rock or 2.
I checked in to my room for an afternoon nap, and had the whole bunkhouse to my self for a much better night's sleep than my 0-D-T rise time.
170 months of TAY.