In the Pacific Northwest, when prolonged rain stops, within 15 minutes you'll observe cabin fevered people leaving their houses; modern ark passengers after the flood. Walking, washing cars, raking lawns of fallen cedar fronds.
On Sunday I followed the pack and headed for the trails of the North Shore mountains. I found, that although sunny, it's a false sense of dryness as the water laden branches still shed their moisture like a wet dog shaking after a bath. I came home fairly soaked. It was still a relief to get back to my trails after the trials of life these past weeks. Thanks again to all, for your comments and messages of comfort.
I've been knitting up a storm and will post about it soon.