Rain, rain, go away
Come again another day!
What kind of quirky thinking were we engaged in? Why did we think rain only happens in the Pacific Northwest in the fall? Where were our brains to engage in the idea that once east of the Cascades it would be cold, but sunny and bright? Every. Single. Day!
We left Langley on the 10th of October in bright sunshine which lasted for two days. Since then, and it is now the 20th, we have had occasional, and I might add, stunningly beautiful, clear skies, but mostly clouds and wind, accompanied with rain, sleet, hail and occasional snow flakes.
Last night we went to bed with stars shining brightly through our skylight. Both Ed and I engaged in fantasies of clear skies come morning complete with awesome views. Visions of hiking on our minds. And guess what morning brought? Yep, rain!
It's not that we are immune to hiking in the rain it's just that the views disappear and the beautiful fall leaves turn to mush underfoot. Along with reduction of the visual delights, the physical become challenging as well. Rain gear is only reliable up to a point, and then...wet seeps in! Once that happens the remainder of the day is spent watching clothes go round and round at the laundromat.
So, another cup of coffee.
Then it stopped raining and we took a walk...
And then it started raining again, and we drove to Whitefish.
We are staying in Whitefish with Steve and Meg, our sometimes Langley neighbors...bless them. Showers, Internet, washer and dryer and great hospitality.
"The storm starts, when the drops start dropping
When the drops stop dropping then the storm starts stopping."
~ Dr. Seuss