Ah, Portland in the Fall. Showers, drizzles, mist, "sun breaks", and rain. And rain. And rain... Portlanders have as many names for precipitation as the Inuit have for snow.
Don't get me wrong, I love Portland and I never really minded the 6+ months of soggy skies when I lived there. But it's amazing what you get used to after a very short period. For example, it doesn't "rain" here like it does there; it would be categorized "light drizzles" or "showers". In fact, the Okanagan valley averages 6 to 16 inches or rain annually. Yep. A year. Portland could get that in a day? (Portland averages about 37 inches a year, FYI.)
So I expected rain. Rain coat, check; hat, check, ShedRain umbrella (the only umbrella you should ever buy), check; and the stroller rain cover, check and double check. Harry and I headed out into the wind and sideways rain and swam, I mean strolled over to Grand Central Bakery every morning for a latte and some people-watching. On the super rainy mornings, I ordered a Bacon, Egg Bolo for me and a piece of Pumpkin bread for Harry. I think we deserved the treat after sloshing through the streets.
You can imagine my surprise when I woke up one morning and it was bright. And sunny! What a treat! (I think I may have still ordered the Bolo and bread, but what can you do?)
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