So I rode for a while and grabbed lunch in Helen. Then, just when I thought I was going to record a perfect day of riding, I spotted dark clouds overhead. On US-129, I caught intermittent rain and tried to head directly back to two wheels only, but, unfortunately, there is no such thing as a straight road in this area. I took Rt. 19 and had just gotten on Rt. 60 when the skies really opened up. Great, here I was again, riding GA Rt. 60 blindly again.