My views on Oregon’s weather may be a little slanted. You must understand that I am from St. Louis. I know about the blistering hot summer days. The humidity is thicker than smog, and the crippling heat that can render you useless. Smog that is dense with the foul odder of jet fuel, diesel and over population. Humid air emerges, seemingly striving to suck every last drop of moisture from your body. As if the faction of air that remained had given in to the precipitation that never falls. Fall in St. Louis is no pleasure ride either, no the fall can be as hot as summer. Before you know it, the heat is a distant memory. The bitter northern jet stream will creep up on you like a thief

in the night; Running away with your shorts and tank tops, stashing your swimming suites deep into the abyss of summer comforts; only to be realized a week latter when the heat comes

On a clear morning I could see Mt.Hood, being snowcapped all year long does nothing but add to the spectacle. The colors seem to meld together with the white snow. This progression goes on for about ten minutes, for a brief moment the choppy rays seem to light the entire sky. Then the sun bursts above the mountain’s peaks, as if an orgy had come together all at once in the heavens and climaxed. Followed by the typical slow down, the sun starts to over power the rays as it rises above the mountains and takes over the horizon.

The Willamette Valley on the other hand tends to be much calmer. During the “rainy season” many people will complain about the weather. I remember one of my friends born and raised in Oregon once said to me, ”This weather is killing me”. In all fairness it wasn’t very nice out, there had been a light rain for days with no hope of seeing the sky. Despite the rain I couldn’t help but laugh. “ What is so bad about a little rain?” I asked. “A little rain never hurt anyone.” “It’s the humidity” he said, “I don’t want to do anything when the air is so thick.” It was only thirty percent humidity that day! Believe it or not this is somewhat high for the area, but it was all he had experienced. “This just goes to show that everything is based on your perception.” I told him. “Try working in ninety percent humidity when you wish it would rain and never dose. Maybe you would see things differently.” Everywhere I looked, there were damp plants with shades of green and brown jumping out at me; Covered

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