The Pineapple Express is an atmospheric river weather system we occasionally get in the winter. It brings heavy warm rain (and sometimes wind) up from the tropics, pointed at the Northwest like a fire hose.
In a hundred years of weather keeping, a strong Pineapple Express has never happened here in the summer. June is usually quite dry, so the soft, soothing rain was a real gift yesterday, gently and deeply watering everything.
But the tropical deluge also made for a uncharacteristically wet and strangely humid day by Seattle standards. The garden was growing like a jungle right before my eyes.
What a world of extremes. Talking to my sister in Las Vegas yesterday, where their brutal southwest drought goes on and Lake Mead is at the lowest level in history. She said they are even hauling water up into the mountains in tank trucks, trying save the wild sheep.
And oh-so-hot. As luck would have it, I fly to Las Vegas on Wednesday. But I''m looking forward to spending 5 nights with Dad, hanging out in a nice air-conditioned house. A high of about 110 degrees everyday, with maybe a record-setting 116 for the weekend.
The bathtub ring around Lake Mead...
Our islands in the mist...
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