Isaac moved on, leaving behind something we haven’t seen around these parts in ages – mud. It also left us sweltering in the steamy sauna we locals like to call September. Good for those bikers who pushed themselves through the air that felt like a giant washcloth. We broke a sweat just sitting there shaking a cow bell.
Seriously. We all know that Labor Day signifies the real change of season, right? Welcome, fall. You feel just like summer.