My preconception of the greater Seattle area before visiting was that it was a place slightly dryer than Puget Sound, the body of water it sits on the shores of, but not by much. And yes, it rains … a lot.

But I’m starting to think perhaps Seattleites, hunters and anglers especially, cultivate this perception to hide the amazing outdoor opportunities in and around the greater Seattle area.

If the six lines running through a week on a calendar page demarcate a beginning and ending of something, then some weeks should have fewer lines than others as they seem to start and just keep rolling, and weeks like the one I just had should be one solid block.

Monday I had the opportunity to drift an 8-mile stretch of the Green River with salmon and steelhead guide Chris Senyohl, and it rained. By the way, the Green in the fall gives you a shot at silver salmon, dog salmon to 20 pounds, and winter run steelhead.

Tuesday I tagged along on a pheasant hunt with Chris and it rained. By the way, we were enjoying a pepsi before the sun even set with ducks, four pheasants, a specklebelly goose and two exhausted yellow labs on the lawn at our feet.

Friday I got to take a rafting trip down 14 miles of the Green, with Chris’s brother Jodi, and it rained. Jodi has been whitewater rafting for more than a decade, and has taken month-long trips rafting through Class V rapids through the Grand Canyon. By the way, he says the Green is his second favorite float and I could see why, as you pour through Class IV rapids running through steep and beautiful canyons.

Saturday I bounced from beach to beach with Dylan Rose and Dave McCoy of Emerald Water Anglers guide service and it rained. By the way, you can cast a 4-weight from the beach and hook into beautiful cutthroat trout that are pushing bait around on the surface. Cutthroat surf fishing with four weights is about as cool of a thing as I’ve done on this trip.

Never, at any point, was I farther than a half-hour drive from Pike Place Market in the heart of downtown Seattle, where of course, it rains. By the way, Naughtie Nellie’s Ale at the Pike Pub is delicious.

As I reluctantly left Seattle on Sunday, after having switched out my bald tires for a set with a more aggressive tread, Route 90 was lined with cars affixing chains to their tires, in keeping with regulations, to prepare for the snow and ice-covered Snoqualmie pass that reaches an elevation of more than 3,000 feet. I’d slowed to a crawl, having traded rain for snow.

By the way, I’ll be coming back.