The climate has changed a bit where we live.
It's just about a mile high in elevation.
Like Denver.
But being closer to the equator, i.e. further south, it gets warmer.
It used to get to 100 degrees Fahrenheit maybe one or two days in the summer.
But recently we've had stretches of that kind of heat that lasted weeks.
We used to live in Phoenix, back in the 70's and 80's.
Once the mercury climbed to 122 degrees.
That was in June of 1990 and we fortunately were living in Guadalajara, Mexico then.
Guadalajara is known as the place with eternal springtime.
But if you want true heat you have to travel about 360 miles west-northwest from here.
To Furnace Creek, in the heart of Death Valley.
It got to 134 degrees there once upon a time.
I got to wondering what I might look like if I had spent my life as a roving, gold-hunting prospecter in Death Valley.
Maybe like this.
I guess I'll stick to my sedentary ways, out of the direct sunlight.
And the heat.
