TO SOME, THE sudden change in meteorological fortunes can only be described as a disaster.
No, I’m not talking about the rash of hurricanes that’s laid waste to a fair portion of our country’s East Coast.
Rather, I’m referring to the sunshine plaguing the North Olympic Peninsula.
All of this warm weather and clear skies is wreaking havoc on our outdoors scene.
Rivers are drying up, fish are diving down into the depths of the saltwater, and archers everywhere are tip-toeing on corn flakes.
Even the Peninsula’s manic mushroom marauders are stuck, the dry weather making their favorite fungi less and less fungible.
It’s yet another cruel joke from that trickster known as Mother Nature: summer arrives, and it’s the middle of September.
My advice, dear Peninsulites, is to get out and enjoy it while you can.
The damp darkness that dominates the months of October through April in perpetuity will come soon enough.
Misery can wait. The last days of summer are here.
