It used to be that when I would visit my dad in Alaska, we could count on the weather turning rotten, cold, and rainy so the fishing would be horrible.
Sometime back, I was told the rainy season would last until mid December, and by Christmas it would be time to go camping. Heh.
This morning, I couldn't hear my alarm because the downpour was so loud on nearby metal awnings.
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