Some fog that simulated rain, as moisture dripped down from the trees, but a good bit of sun later.
Slight lowlight was the man who, knowing we were behind him, made no attempt to let us pass him; when we finally spoke up, he said, “I’m not moving from the center of the trail,” which makes me wonder what he would do if a biker or horse came along.
Charged up the hills, though, and was actually surprised when we came to the end!