Our punishment

This is my sixth winter in Oregon and I think we have never had it this good.  Sure, we have had our share of gloomy weather-- the two week snowstorm in December and about three days of a Pineapple Express at the beginning of January-- but other than that, it has been a very dry, very sunny winter.  Normally, we have about a week of rain, one day of sun and then two weeks of rain.  Two winters ago, we had precipitation on 32 consecutive days.  Yikes.  

Anyway, this winter, it has been more of a pattern like this:  couple days of sun, one day of rain in the morning with clearing skies in the afternoon and then a couple more days of sun.  It hasn't done much for our snowpack-- we're at about 82% of normal-- but it has done wonders for my soul.  I've had three events up at Mt. Hood this winter and had great weather for all of them.  My last event, this past Saturday, was the Romp to Stomp snowshoe race and it was another bluebird day.  It was still chilly (yes, I was still wearing seven layers of clothing), but I suburned my cheeks.  In February!  In Oregon!  Unheard of.  B and I even toured around on our bikes last week on a 60 degree morning.  Gorgeous!

My only concern is how we are going to make up for this.  Since it isn't raining in January and February when it is supposed to, does that mean it will rain in July and August when everyone knows that it's strictly forbidden to rain?  I feel like Mother Nature will drop the hammer sometime this summer.   That, my friends, will be real punishment.