I’ve lived most of my life here in the desert. I was born back East, but, my parents moved us out here when I was a pre-schooler. I’ve visited my birth State a few times – it’s pleasant in the Summer, but horrible in the Winter. And the cultural/political attitudes, well…
Let’s face it, I’m a Desert Rat, and I like it, just fine.
When I was growing up here, we’d play outside all day, getting water from the garden hose, as needed. And we sometimes got sunburned. I remember walking home (a mile and a half) from the bowling alley with my friends, the day Neil Armstrong walked on the Moon. I don’t remember the temperature, but it was mid-Summer. 100+ degrees, easily. And, we didn’t care.
It’s gotten statistically warmer here as the years have progressed. Not because of global warming, but because of the heat island effect – as the metro area grows, more concrete and asphalt. And we feel the results. My 60-year-old body isn’t as resilient as the high-schoolers who leisurely walked home in the Summer of ’69 to watch history being made. I generally hobble from A/C unit to A/C unit. It’s a way of life, here.
And, with the exception of government-produced town lakes (aka mosquito hatcheries), the humidity remains low. 7% yesterday. I’d much prefer here to say Chattanooga in July – 95 degrees and 95% humidity. There’s little oxygen in the air (it’s mostly water) and there’s a permanent wet stripe from your armpits to your squishy shoes. I know, I’ve been there.
We reached 122 degrees here a few years ago. It was 116 yesterday, 118 scheduled today. This is the price we pay for shirt-sleeve Thanksgivings and Christmases.
But, it’s a DRY Heat!