Once again it’s the time of year when daytime temperatures in my corner of the world begin to rise. The weather app on my cell phone tells me yesterday’s high out in Joshua Tree National Park was 108°F. Seventy miles to the west, at my home near Yucaipa, the high was 95°F. Thirty miles north of the house, up at Big Bear Lake in the San Bernardino Mountains, the high was a comparatively comfortable 88°F. The frying pan they call Borrego Springs reported a high of 118°F. Don’t even ask me how those folks function out there with that kind of heat because I haven’t a clue. Maybe because it’s a dry heat? Lol, yeah right, but I had to say it before someone else did. All this talk of temperature and heat is just me trying to get my head around the fact that for the next 3 or 4 months I’ll be avoiding the desert like the plague (desert thunderstorm activity excepted) and won’t be photographing much of anything below an elevation of 5000 feet . Hello mountains.
Happy Father’s Day, dad.