I just returned from a trip to Idaho and Utah, with stops in a little bit of Montana and Wyoming. I saw a granddaughter graduate from college, which was wonderful, and saw Yellowstone National Park for the first time, which was an amazing experience. I then spent a week in Utah with my youngest daughter, Mary Susan, and her family, who had just returned from a two-year adventure in Portugal.
David and I also had to give back the beautiful, sweet golden retriever, Harley, we had doggy sat for two years. If they go anyplace again and need a dog sitter, we will claim ownership at the end and not give her back. They have been warned.
I also had a time travel experience in which I was thrust back into my childhood days without air conditioning. I don't know how my generations and generations stretching back to the beginning of time, however you reckon it, survived. The air conditioning in my daughter's house broke down on Friday and couldn't get fixed until Monday because a part had to be ordered.
That weekend had a severe heat advisory because temperatures were 95 degrees and above. People will tell you that it's dry heat out west and not as bad as the humid South. But don't believe them.
Ninety-nine degrees is 99 degrees. Plus, there are very few trees, so there is more sky. There is nothing between you and the rays of the sun.
It's hot. Kind neighbors loaned us a portable air conditioner, but that made the living room so humid and still hot that I felt like I was in a Louisiana.