Multiple days over 100 degrees, many over 110 and even a few over 115. I have sought comfort inside the confines of my apartment, but even my air conditioner is no match for the sweltering heat.
Bare feet are no match for the patio baking in the sun. The heat rises from the asphalt, making tiny glimmering waves across the desert. The mountain I climbed every day, twice a day, glimmers in the distance across the horizon. Beckoning me from the memories of winter.
Morale is low.
Approximately two more months until refuge is in sight. Until then, the heat holds me captive. The itch to hike grows with each passing day. I'm parched.
- Julie
Well, I guess I can go to the gym instead.
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