People like to complain about the weather. They should try living without it. That's right, no weather. In the inland Northwest, I haven't had any weather since the dry season started in late June. In other words, one day has been like the next for 3 months. But I am not complaining. By camping above 5000 feet of altitude, mid-day temperatures never got over 90 F, and the horrid smoke and fire season held off to the first of September. And recently, this happened: Just imagine the feeling of relief, the sheer bounteousness of walking outdoors without a wide-brim sombrero! And then it did the unthinkable: it rained hard that night. (But not so hard as to produce puddles on the ground, of course.) Meanwhile, people who stayed in the Southwest, had a glorious monsoon season. People like to gush over tourist scenery, that is, the freakish, the vertical, and the red. It doesn't matter to tourists that those features are utterly useless. I think clouds of the right type s
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