Friday marked the darkest day in recorded Seattle history, a very dubious honor indeed. Maybe that inspired me to suggest we do a fire pit when it finally stopped raining.
Shortly after we got the fire lit, it started drizzling again. Undaunted, we pulled out umbrellas. We nursed the fire long enough to make s’mores for Benji, and not long after we decided we’d milked that for all the fun we could get. On the bright side, we didn’t worry at all about the fire getting out of control.
Dad and I went for a hike despite steady rain. I have to say, after 48 hours of almost four inches of rain, I’ve never seen so much mud on trails or water flowing through creeks.
I didn’t go outside much today, and when I did, the rain hadn’t started — for which I am profoundly grateful.
Edit to add: I did go out in the evening to see Star Wars: Rise of Skywalker. Here’s what our drive home looked like.
It rained this morning, but things had almost dried out by the time I went out for a walk in the evening. I enjoyed the novelty of arriving home with dry feet after a weekend of very damp walks.
