See the High Country peeking over the foothills? Because of the heat, that's where I wish I was right now. I would roll in the snow, I would cavort on the frozen drifts, and maybe even frolic on the slippery slopes. These 90° days would be but a bad memory as I slipped on my winter coat in preparation to meet the summer temperatures of the High Lonesome.
At the moment it is but a dream, a fevered vision of a place I can only see in my memories. But soon, possibly the middle of next week, I'll get my truck inspected and maybe then I can loose myself from the shackles of city life, and once again drive upward, ever upward until the sky becomes a neighbor and I become one with the mountains.
Another hot day with temperatures in the mid-90s and about the same inside the Lance. I dug out my 12-volt floor fan and hooked it up so it's facing me, and that is helping to keep me cooler than yesterday. But no matter how I look at it, the Lance is not insulated nearly as well as the Arctic Fox; heating won't be a problem because the internal volume of the Lance is so small, but cooling it in the summertime Is a problem.
I spent some time this morning hooking up my fourth lithium iron battery in the Lance. It wasn't a difficult job, but the heat made it difficult for me. I've been putting off the job for a while, which is a pretty normal thing for me to do, mostly because I get so much solar charging in the summer that I don't even need four batteries in the Lance; I could probably live just as comfortably on two. But I need all four in the winter when the sun is low on the horizon and the days are short.
A couple of public swimming pools are nearby, and the grandkids love to splash in the water. I haven't gone with them yet to take any pictures, but it's something I need to do one of these days. I have no desire to splash in any water myself; I did a lifetime's worth of splashing in Miami and have no desire to return to an aquatic lifestyle. After all, splashing attracts sharks, and laughing kids attract alligators.