Today was spent at the
Valley of Fire (
Flickr pics). The Valley is hot, although not quite as hot as Death Valley.
It was a balmy 46 Celsius. My cousin Bobby mentioned the wind has the opposite effect of what we call windchill up North. Should we call it windsear? No, this doesn't work: instead of sealing the juices, it cracks open your lips.
Along with lip gloss, there are a few things here that are not mere fashion accessories. The hat prevents sunstroke, and the tie prevents it from blowing away. Without sandals, athlete's foot might be epidemic. I can't explain it all. Why people still wear black and drive black cars still eludes me (my best theory so far is brain damage), but still, most of the things I first thought were odd are simply necessities of life in the desert.
And why would people want to live in this forsaken place? Three tribes of Native Americans tried to settle this area. And while living here is a struggle, part of the answer may be that it's simply beautiful.
Maybe I'll visit again in the cold winter, frightening the family by going in the pool while it's only 20 C out.