This is one of the most pleasant winters I've spent here in Washington state, even though it seems to have arrived four months early.
Yesterday afternoon I drove to tiny Heisson store, where I have my PO box. With a sack lunch and an iced tea stashed in my backpack, I headed down the railroad tracks from the 279th St crossing to the one at 259th St, a distance of one mile. Reaching my first goal, I turned around and began the walk back.
This was to be the first of the eight or so miles I had planned to walk.
Mid-way to 279th St is a trestle overlooking a stream. I usually stop on the bridge and take in the nice view before continuing. Yesterday, however, the sky opened up and dumped rain all over my parade. Finding refuge under a row of trees, I attempted to wait out the unexpected deluge, but found myself to be the intended meal of a swarm of mosquitoes.
I don't know about you, but I'll take getting rained on to getting eaten pretty much any day of the year.
When I arrived back at the 279th St crossing, I was soaked and angry and punctuated the misty air with well-chosen cuss words, the volume of which I attempted to keep below the threshold of hearing of any humans who were stupid enough to be caught in the same rain as I. Hoping for sun but expecting clouds, I ended up all wet, now in no mood to continue my journey to the crossing at Hantwick Road, a distance of about three more miles. I planted my wet ass in my car and drove home.
I already have visions of sugar plums dancing in my head.
2 comments:
Personally, I love walking in the rain. But even if I didn't it's still preferable to becoming a mosquito fast food joint.
I love the rain too, honestly. What I get dreadfully tired of is 9 months of it. That's enough to dampen even the most ardent rain lover's spirits!
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