It's the desert. The Sonoran Desert to be exact. Home of multiple cacti, cold blooded reptiles and insects that give you the heebie jeebies... well, they do me anyway. Huge cockroaches (I'm talking 2-3 inches long) and scorpions. Yea, see what I mean?It's also the home of the Grand Canyon, Canyon de Chelly, the infamous Tombstone (you know which Tombstone I'm talking about) and Yuma (of 3:10 to Yuma fame), Red Rock and the longest stretch of Route 66 still in use today.
And my personal favorite tidbit, it's home to Frank Lloyd Wright's Taliesin West. I haven't been yet, but plan to as soon as possible.
The heat is amazing. 105 degrees is pretty much a daily occurrence for up to 6 months of the year (with lovely spikes to 118 sprinkled in there for a change). It shimmers off the roads, feels like a jet engine blast when you stand in it for any length of time, and creates a constantly dusty, dry environment.
In the late evenings when it's cooled to about 90 and the wind is blowing you can float in the pool and feel comfortable. Doing anything else outside is basically torture and quite possibly a death sentence.
Wait, I just figured it out. We have moved to hell.
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Your boys will sure be able to say they've tried ALL parts of the country and all types of weather when they decide what they like and where to live. You do keep it adventurous (just try not to die of heat stroke while you do it)!
Debbie Spurlock
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