Last summer, Kristine and I visited Valley of Fire State Park in Nevada for a couple days. They say the name refers to the fire-red rock formations, but I think that's just a ruse to maintain the flow of tourists in summer. We went there in late July, and it was well over 100˚ when we arrived in the afternoon. At night, the temperature fell only to the upper 80s--not great conditions for tenting. We took very short hikes around sunset and sunrise, otherwise it was short excursions from the car. The place is beautiful, and I really would like to see it again, say around Thanksgiving.
Never really mind the cold that much. You can always put on another sweater. But for at least a few hours a day, there's no escape from heat. All you can do is get yourself into shade, or into AC, and wait. Maybe I can look at these summer days as an opportunity to overcome my impatience, a trait which mixes poorly with low heat resistance.
I guess I could try to cool off this way, at least if it's legal in Michigan. No worries about losing $2 flies in the trees. And no tangles of line left behind to trap birds and vex river cleaners. You still would need to pack out your beer cans, though, and I think I'd need quite a few before I could grope in the dark for one of those big uglies.
Speaking of river cleaners, here's a photo of the crew from the cleanup last Saturday. I'm the tall guy in the blue T-shirt in the back row. Kristine is next to me in the white shirt and blue bandanna.
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