Barely Maricoping

While Clark Matthews, whose A/C has been on the fritz, can easily justify referring to this place as “The Gates of Hell,” I must point out here that we got nothing on the PHX:

Years ago, I had to stay in Phoenix for a week during July. The good news was that they were practically giving hotel rooms away. The bad news was that there was a reason for that: no one who wasn’t forced to be there at that time of year would ever willingly choose to go.

When I made the reservation, I asked the clerk what time the weather cooled off somewhat. His answer was, “Around Thanksgiving.”

This week in Phoenix: highs around 105-110, lows in the upper 80s. Last Thanksgiving in Oklahoma City: high 43, low 28, a trace of snowfall.


  1. McGehee »

    7 July 2011 · 8:27 pm

    “But it’s a dry heat,” says the Western-born guy living in Georgia.

    And weeps.

  2. Ric Locke »

    7 July 2011 · 9:53 pm

    tcha. Temperatures here in north Texas, west of Ft. Worth, have been in the 105-110 range for highs the last two weeks. 106F at 7:30 PM? Yikes.


  3. CGHill »

    7 July 2011 · 10:00 pm

    We topped out at 108 today, although a “cold front” dropped it to 99 by dinnertime.

  4. Luther »

    7 July 2011 · 10:44 pm

    I grew up in Florida. Live now in Southern Arizona. Seven months out of the year it is perfect here. Two months of the year it can go either way. Three months of true heat. But it is dry, other than the monsoon season, and it makes a damn big difference versus the humidity elsewhere. Besides, air conditioning is pretty common nowadays. It is only the folks who have to, you know, actually work in the sun who suffer. Which I have done. Though truly, Phoenix is its on little hell.

    Actually, forget all the above. It is horrible here, intense and debilitating heat all year round. Don’t even think of moving here, you would hate it.

  5. fillyjonk »

    8 July 2011 · 7:41 am

    And then there are the dust storms.

  6. LeeAnn »

    9 July 2011 · 6:57 am

    I lived in El Centro, CA for quite a while and I guess it’s a twin of Phoenix. And sad as it is, the cliche was true…. it was a dry heat. After the initial acclimation period I didn’t feel it so much.
    I did crack an egg on the sidewalk once, though. Sort of soft-fried in about 20 minutes. Sadly, an improvement on my usual cooking.

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