Almost Nevada, almost Utah. When a guy chases the seasons, he can sometimes get it just right. This week I have descended the Colorado River system to where it falls into the 30s (F) at night and rises to around 60 F midday. No flying insects, no sweat when walking, and no dangerous temperatures in the van for my little dog.
But it is remarkable how narrow this perfect temperature range is. I should have learned more about Evolution. How could there be over 7 billion human critters on this planet when they are so mal-adapted to the planet's temperatures?
Actually perfection only lasted two days here. On the third night cold winds howled down the canyon from Utah. Maybe it is fair to call them "Santa Ana" winds.
At any rate my "program" is still in effect: only migrate south when daytime highs can't reach 55 F. It's not that I dislike Arizona, but a couple months of it is quite enough. The camping locations of Arizona are crowded and well-known, almost hackneyed. But they are OK for RV newbies.
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