We started off, and about ten minutes down the road, this little hurricane-hailstorm deal kicked up, causing me to--get this--lose my grip on my umbrella so that it blew into the road, directly into the path of an oncoming ambulance.
The thing, in all its polka-dot glory, stopped traffic (not the ambulance, thank goodness) for a minute and then blew back to us (by this time soaked to our underpants). We made it to the Cumberland Farms, where we took shelter (and some salt and vinegar chips) until the weather turned a little less wrathful, and then we took off again. By the time we hit our block, yup--sunshine.
All this is to say, I did my very best to eek out a couple of not-too-tragic photos of the polar bear piece in a moment of relative light. They're still pretty terrible photographs, but how 'bout that polar bear? I kind of love him.