What's the opposite of Murphy's Law?

This was a day when what could go right did. Perhaps the exception proving Murphy’s law.
When we woke up there was a dark sky in the west and we assumed it was headed toward us and quickly packed up and rode into town for breakfast, foregoing breakfast in camp. The dark clouds drifted north of us. We stopped in the first restaurant we passed. It had ‘help wanted’ signs everywhere and not many customers so we took a chance. Turned out that the Time Out Cafe had a top ten breakfast. The ‘Sportsman’ included two eggs, bacon and hash browns and a side plate of dollar cakes. Which turned out to be huge pancakes. What could go right did.
We left Washburn bound for Bayfield. The ride had some big hills, one I think a 10% grade. We stopped to rest and have a snack.
We started out from the town with several little stair step climbs, and then a great miles long decent into the tribal village of Red Cliff. From there the road turns inland to cross the peninsula. The road was unimaginably great. Smooth as silk. No cracks or bumps of any kind. Traffic was very light and no big trucks. Beautiful countryside. Some big long climbs and reward at the top with fantastic views and flying descents. This could not have been a more perfect ride. We rolled the final descent into Cornucopia, Wisconsin’s northern-most village, and the temperature must have dropped 20 degrees as we approached the town on the lake. Made the turn on to their little main street and found 2 places to eat and a sunny picnic table to have lunch. There was a little toddler and her mom sitting on another table having a snack. We had a little conversation about how much she liked to bike with her mom and her dad. It was about noon. Perfect. We usually do not get lunch right at noon, if at all. Defying Murphy, every thing was going right.
Rolled out of Cornucopia toward our destination for the day, Port Wing, 14 miles away. Road turned a little less perfect, but still very good. About 6 miles down the road we could see that the predicted afternoon thunderstorm was indeed developing. We stopped and put on full rain hear. Rode into Herbster, little village at the halfway point, and the storm hit. And right in front of us was an abandoned gas station with the pump canopy. We got under and barely got wet. The storm was very intense with thunder and an intense downpour. It would have been very un-fun to be in it. We waited for 30 minutes or so and the rain stopped. We had a few drops fall on us but not a big deal. Murphy’s what?
Port Wing has 2 bars, a restaurant, a store and a campground with cabins. With the wet ground we opted for the cabin. Rustic it was. But serviceable. Showers were in the building for the campground and, campground showers, were quite nice. We strolled over to the Bear Paw restaurant next door and had a great dinner. It looks to be family owned and run. Mom cooks, son helps in the kitchen, daughter waits tables and dad does it all. The food was good and the place was very friendly. After dinner we asked if they could spare some syrup and butter so we could eat our pancake from the breakfast in Washburn. ‘Of course’. No Murphey there. People are so nice. Overall we could not have expected a more perfect day. Go right it did.