Fire and Ice.
Camping in Western Oregon is often a chancy affair. Drive out into the woods in the middle of summer and you're as likely to get a cold, drizzly day as anything. Well, we missed the rain, but got the ol' cold and cloudy. Scoot a couple inches closer to the fire. Put on your sweatshirt. Have another shot of whiskey.

Of course, staying in town hasn't proven to be much better weather-wise. Our usual stellar summer has become blotchy and dull. I just have to remember that it's better than being flooded. Better than being scorched. Whine and grump if you must, I still think we live in paradise (currently appearing with a lower case "p").