We’re still in the heat for another day or so. Around 90°F (32°C) today again. Early this morning I walked through our fairly shaded neighborhood to a post box and noticed that the breeze was coming from the west, which is good news.
Over the last few days, any wind was coming from the south, as in Desert Southwest, where the hot air has been parked. When the wind comes from the west, it means the air is coming from the ocean currents, bringing cooler air, instead of the hot air from the overheated interior land mass.
Yaaaay. Subdued I am by the heat and by the efforts to keep the house cool. I was never meant to live in the heat, but my years in Tucson taught me how to manipulate air currents, curtains, sun blocks, fans, and swamp coolers. (And, of course, now I have my portable air conditioner. Thanks, Ma!)
It always helped that I was outdoors despite the 100-deg heat. Often in the 9,000-ft mountains above Tucson, tootling up the switchback road in the red 1965 VW convertible Bug, always getting a vapor lock after we’d hit some cool elevation. <:-D
One October, I moved directly from Tucson to Anchorage, and as I paused at the top of the mobile stairway parked next to the plane, seeing the mountains and ocean that surrounded the city, I knew soul-deep I had come home. True that I panicked slightly at the 45°F (7°C) temp that greeted me.
That winter I learned about cold, with a stretch of two weeks of -20°F (-28°C). I brought with me the love and need to be outdoors and discovered that I loved to be outdoors in the cold: camping, skiing, mountaineering. I will always know how to live in the cold with little thought or strained effort.