When the sun comes out in Juneau, there’s reason to celebrate.
Rain boots are replaced with flip-flops. GorTex is swapped for cotton. And skin, which is regularly covered by long sleeves, slacks and scarves, is exposed in all its pasty pale perfection.
(At least, that’s how it is if you’re fair-skinned and Scotch-Irish, like myself.)
It’s not until a day or so later, that the regret sets in.
Pasty pale is replaced by tender pink. And while the rains return, the sun’s heat lingers in the form of a pesky sunburn.