No Bad Weather. Only Good Clothing.

Ketchikan rain, laughter, poetry, and the Big Kahuna approach to temporary joy.

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I find myself in the perpetual company of people who love the rain and love to laugh about it. This may be my definition of true happiness.

The Call

Some Get Wet. Others Dance.

It is the locals—some emos—who simply get wet. Others, poets, go dancing in the rain, hoping to be struck by lightning.

Chaplin liked to walk in the rain because nobody could see his tears.

I do not cry, like Charlie, because it is over. I smile, like the Big Kahuna, because it happened.

Foreign Land

Companion Route

Return to the earlier Alaska field note and the humour, weather, and local logic that made Ketchikan unforgettable.

The Elixir

Happiness is not waiting for the rain to stop. It is recognising who laughs while standing in it.

Alaska does not improve the weather. It improves the company, the clothing, and the story you tell afterward.