I went on a great hike today, not too far outside of Flagstaff and near Sunset Crater. The morning was cold and it only was a little warmer in the afternoon (maybe in the 40s), especially in the forest and out of the sun.
It must be close to freezing right now as I write this, with a projected low of 16 degrees tonight according to the Weather Channel (buy the way, I love the Weather Channel). I'm actually a little cold sitting here in my sweats and a long-sleeve knit Henley. I even wore long jeans while hiking today -- those who know me have seldom, if ever, seen me in long pants -- I nearly always wear shorts.
All of this led me to realize that I am now a Tucsonan, a person who thinks 50 degrees is cold. Damn. I once wore shorts for two solid years in Seattle, whether there was rain, ice, or snow. I took pride in being able to wear shorts a couple of years on an ice berg tour in Alaska -- everyone else was bundled up as though they were going skiing.
But now I am weather wuss. I guess that's what happens when one has to put up with intolerable heat 5 months out of the year.
Oh yeah, one other D'Oh! I packed my tripod and my camera bag but forgot my camera. I guess memory is the first thing that goes.
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Jeez. Hard to believe Strongman Bill has become a wuss. AND, someone who says "d'oh." If I find out you've started eating donuts with sprinkles, I could be tempted to delete IOC from my RSS reader.
"Tusconans?" Is that really what they're called? Not Tusconians or Tusconers or, for those of you who are wusses who dig Shakespeare, Tusconettes?
Whoops. I don't really have anything more to say, I just forgot, with my first post, to sign up for the service that emails follow-up comments.
Tom,
I'm a huge Simpsons fan, so I've been saying "D'Oh!" for years, but I refuse to eat sprinkled donuts, or any other kind of donut.
But, yeah, I've become a weather wuss -- and yes, I am ashamed.
Peace,
Bill
Cowabunga, Dude.
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