Seattleites may complain about “Juneuary,” but our mild summer months make us the envy of the rest of the roasting country. The trade-off—and what we have every right to bitch and moan about—are the months of endless drizzle, none worse than February. January at least offers the chance of snow, March the occasional cloud break. February, though, is the soggy blanket that gives Seattle weather a bad name. It’s the reason out-of-towners stay away, and why you should flee to the mountains, the desert, or the tropics. KEEGAN HAMILTON