Washington has a specific kind of person who planned their whole life around the seasons. Not tourist seasons. The actual ones.

When the steelhead are running on the Skagit River. When elk season opens in the Cascades. When the snow hits Stevens Pass hard enough to matter.

Strange Allies made the WAAF hoodie and sweatshirt for that one and everyone like them across the state.

WAAF. Washington As Fuck. In the kind of lettering you can read across a parking lot at 4:45am before the trailhead fills up.

For the one who has driven the North Cascades Highway in every possible condition and never once took a photo of it for the internet.

The 206 and the 509 are the same state and completely different worlds.

The guy fishing the Columbia near Wenatchee has a different relationship with this state than the guy who works in Bellevue.

The wheat farmer outside Pullman sees weather differently than anyone on the west side of the mountains.

They are all WAAF. East side, west side, coast, mountains, vineyards. Strange Allies built this for the full version of Washington, not the abbreviated version.

The Olympic Peninsula is not a side trip. The Hoh Rainforest, the Hoh River, trees that make everything on the eastern side feel small. The guys who know that going in.

The Seahawks 12s showing up at Lumen Field in the rain. The one who skis Crystal Mountain on weekday mornings because he structured their job around it.

The hunter who knows exactly where they're going on opening day and has known for months.

This hoodie and sweatshirt lives in a truck, in a gear bag, at a campsite on the Quinault, at a tailgate outside a stadium.

In the back of a floatplane at Kenmore Air. Worn and reworn until it means something.

A solid Washington souvenir and the kind of gift that actually holds up to what people in this state do on a given weekend.

Washington keeps its own calendar.