The second-worst winter ever was a Seattle spring

This glorious June has been like a multimillion-dollar ad campaign for Lesser Seattle. Mossback is treasuring every chilly, rainy moment of it. I am heading east of the mountains this week, and it greatly amuses me to be checking pass reports only 10 days before the summer solstice. Snow is expected on Snoqualmie Pass.

This glorious June has been like a multimillion-dollar ad campaign for Lesser Seattle. Mossback is treasuring every chilly, rainy moment of it. I am heading east of the mountains this week, and it greatly amuses me to be checking pass reports only 10 days before the summer solstice. Snow is expected on Snoqualmie Pass.

This glorious June has been like a multimillion-dollar ad campaign for Lesser Seattle. Mossback is treasuring every chilly, rainy moment of it. I am heading east of the mountains this week, and it greatly amuses me to be checking pass reports only 10 days before the summer solstice. Snow is expected on Snoqualmie Pass.

Waiting for the bus downtown at Fourth Avenue and Pike Street, I noticed that for once those stupid tourist Ducks actually looked like the best mode of transportation. A guy at the bus stop shouted to the skies, "Thank God November has finally arrived!"

The weather is lending truth to the words Mark Twain is said to have uttered: "The worst winter I ever spent was one summer in Seattle!" The spring skies, looking like newly poured concrete, spell out the words: "Abandon all hope ye who enter here ..."

You just can't buy that kind of advertising.

  

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Knute Berger

Knute Berger

Knute “Mossback” Berger is Crosscut's Editor-at-Large.