My girls don’t like the heat. It doesn’t bother me as much, though I’ll be the first to admit I can no longer ride in the the bed of a mini pick up truck to Lake Havasu, during the summer, like in my youth. When we pulled into the Virgin River Gorge at high noon it was already 95 degrees and a little breezy. By 4pm it was 100 degrees with furnace blasts of 25 mph. When I don’t like hot weather is while I’m trying to sleep. The solar panel kicks ass, but it will not power the air conditioner. One night of struggling to sleep was enough. Too bad, because it’s a beautiful BLM Campground and virtually empty (duh). The original plan of staying here three nights was quickly scrapped. It was time to get ourselves to Hurricane and an RV Park with full hook ups so we can crank the air conditioning.
HOT HOT HOT chick!
“Ole ole! Feelin hot hot hot!”
Amy, thanks for the B.D. card! Enjoying following along on your adventures. Love the Virgin River. Fond memories there. Can’t wait to see what comes next?
Too hot for us. Better get out of there before you melt!