“Climate is what you expect. Weather is what you get.”
When we lived in the People’s Democratic Republic of Maryland, our home was in the first valley in the mountains, on the slopes of the Potomac just downstream from the Shenandoah. This area was gorgeous, but had an interesting climactic novelty: it existed at the intersection of three separate weather zones/patterns. So we just counted on getting the worst of everything.
Riding the train along the banks of the flooded Potomac every spring was sort of neat. The day with the massive hail and microburst downdrafts (essentially a hole-punch tornado) was interesting. The two week downpour while a hurricane parked just off the coast was memorable. Snowmageddon was deeply unpleasant. (Where do you put all the snow you have to shovel when there’s seven fricking feet everywhere?)
But at least the temperature never changed 50 degrees in an hour, it never dropped below zero, and you never had to worry about adding humidity.
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