Every year is different in far northern California. Daffodils bloomed at the end of January, trees flowered in February. Temperatures got down to about 40 F. at night, rarely lower. Daytimes were warmer, though only in the low 50s, though that was nicer than anywhere else in the country.
Until last week when it began to rain. Every other day was a downpour, rain coming down so hard that you really didn’t want to go out, not even to run from the car to the grocery store and back. For about ten days, there would be a couple of days of rain, then a day or an afternoon of clear weather before the rain began again.
On a clear afternoon, we went out to Samoa Beach. The rainclouds hovered over the mountains and kept their distance. The wind was cold despite the bright sun, so we didn’t last long.
We found a piece of glass, an old metal hinge, and saw driftwood that reminded me of a harbor seal. Not a big day for beach combing.
The rain began again and continued most of the week. We’d get a pause for a hour at the end of the day and maybe even a ray of sun, then the rain began again. On Saturday, I watched the rain pour in the street behind this pretty shrub.
On Monday, the sun came out again, more flowers began blooming, and spring began in earnest.
Llywindatravels 2025 