A mighty cold ride

A couple of years ago I decided to take a nice long road trip on the trike. Got everything planned and set. It got close to the day of departure I'd been watching the weather patterns, and forecasts, the day I left it was hot, I mean sweating riding down the highway hot. Rode 4and a half hours to a friends place for the weekend. Sunday morning I got up and ready to head out. Had to put on 4 layers of clothes. So much for the forecasts. Managed to ride from Grand Island Nebraska to Rawlins Wyoming 529 miles. Stopped for the night, the next morning was just as cold, but I headed West again. Made it to Heyburn Idaho 466 miles. Next morning, yep I headed West again, got all the way to Pendleton Oregon 347 miles. One more night in hotels, then on to Banks Oregon 234 miles. Stayed with my Sister for about a week, then headed back. Only once while I was at her house did I ride in a car, I took the trike everywhere else. Of course having a niece that wanted to ride might have had something to do with that.
Well the time came to head home. The first part of the first day wasn't too bad, but 20 miles from Pendleton I ran into rain. I was only 20 miles from my night stop I could keep going. About 10 miles out I got hit by the hail, definitely not a fun thing to do, but I made it to the hotel. Left the next morning in 40 degree weather. Ran into snow flurries in Idaho, but still made Heyburn. When I left there it was 32 degrees. Made Rawlins, after fighting severe cross winds. Took a slight detour to Denver to see more family, spent the night there, and then on to Grand Island again. Another weekend there, and headed home, still colder than all get out. Got home half froze, (or so it felt)
And naturally the very next day it got hot again. It was still a hell of a trip and I do it again in a heartbeat.