Sixty-Four Days of Rain
When I first moved to Petersburg, Alaska it rained everyday (at least part of it) for sixty-four days straight. The first week, my dog spent the day in the truck because she wasn’t use to the house yet. So, after work I took her for a walk before heading home. This particular day it was pouring so hard you could not see 10 feet in front of you. Out in the downpour I heard some strange noise like the roar from a crowd. My dog found a boardwalk; a raised wooden foot-path in swamp (We call it muskeg.) that surrounds the town. The boardwalk seemed to wander across the muskeg towards the occasional roar. But I wasn’t sure due to the heavy downpour.
Finally, we wandered into view of a bleacher full of people in raingear. It was a little league game on a gravel field.
We walked over to the dugout for some shelter from the rain. I saw and heard a young boy say;
“Coach, do I have to wear a coat?”
His white uniform was so drenched I could see his underwear.
Welcome to Petersburg!
Author – William Moulton