Our region certainly earns its tongue-in-cheek moniker, the Pacific North wet , at this time of year. We have ample moisture for the taking and yet most of us let it literally wash down the drain.

There’s something magical about fall—the crisp air, the crunch of leaves underfoot, and the smell of rain drifting through the breeze. It’s the season of sweaters, pumpkin-spiced everything, and, ...