A Summer Outside

As a former New Yorker living in Arizona, there is one thing I miss about summer:  being outside during daylight hours.  To survive the dangerously hot summer temperatures, Arizonans are forced to spend the summer burrowing in dark (and air-conditioned) places far from the withering power of the sun, thereby coming to resemble some weird pale, subterranean species.  Think naked mole rat.

Those who resist a fate as naked mole rats have 2 options:  (1) dessicate and die under the white-hot rays of blistering solar radiation or (2) leave.  Thus, our trip to Breckenridge. 

I can personally attest that even the most preternaturally pallid creature would be safe venturing outside in the the ambient 72 degree summer temperature of Breckenridge.  Unlike Phoenix, there is an abundance of shade and water just about everywhere you look.  Right outside our condo, there was a shaded, woodland trail beside a mountain stream and leading to a lovely lake. 

Looking less pasty already: 

Hardly wanting to burrow at all:

Emerging triumphant into the light!

Of course, there are some perils even in this beautiful spot.  By the time we reached the top of the trail, we were gasping for breath, thanks to the 9,600 foot elevation.  Still, it was worth it to see how the rest of the world spends the beautiful, temperate days of summer, even if only for a few days. Soon enough, we had to return to the sweltering heat of Phoenix.

Now if you'll excuse me, I've got more burrowing to do.

 

Comments

[Darcy]

Glad you're back! And wow - the kids have grown so much!