The question is inevitable when making plans of any kind in the Pacific Northwest.
“What happens if it rains?”
So far, I’m yet to witness a June in Portland that doesn’t rain for the first 2 weeks straight. The possibility of getting caught in a downpour is almost always on the table ’round these parts.
On this particular day a group of friends had planned a picnic next to a swimming hole in Washington. The rain took us by surprise not long after we arrived. Granted, it was September but if we lose June to Spring, then that’s still Summer to me. Once the storm passed we were rewarded with the most amazing light to bask in.
And that’s what happens when it rains: You make the best of it, seeing it as an adventure rather than a speed bump. That kind of spirit is exactly why I love living in the PNW — we don’t really let anything stop us from having our vegan cupcakes and eating them, too.
Turns out, I have an F100, just gotta break it out.