I’m in the middle of a heat wave and I’m not liking it very much. The temperature is always cooler in the summer at the cabin than it is away from the mountain. It’s usually about 5-7 degrees cooler than the suburbs and usually 3-5 degrees cooler than the rural land surrounding the mountain. But when it’s 100 degrees in the city, that still translates to pretty darn hot at the cabin.
This area doesn’t see many 100 degree days, fortunately, and in most summers I do pretty well without an air conditioner. Most summers I think I need air conditioning for about 3-4 days, and then I reason that it’s a lot of money to spend to keep myself comfortable for 3-4 days of the year.
The last time it was this hot I was in high school, marching in the band in a 4th of July parade in York, Pennsylvania. I remember we passed underneath one of those bank time and temperature signs, and the temperature read 106 degrees. It hasn’t been that hot yet, fortunately, but it could get close in the next day or so.
Over the long holiday weekend, I lived like one of the forest animals—napping during the afternoons and then coming out again in the early evening. Dog and I took our walks just after dawn or just before dark. We scared up a young red fox getting water down at the pond that way. Dog was ready to give chase but the fox was already long gone.
Right now, it’s hard to believe that the first of the fall hawkwatches will open for counting in less than a month. It can’t come too soon for me. Cooler weather can’t come too soon, either.