And contrary to what Andrew keeps insisting, dry heat is still heat. I mean, I'm beyond thankful that we are leaving the humidity of Georgia behind, but when the thermometer hits triple digits I call that hot. So let's all just agree that I'm going to be commenting on the heat all Summer.
It's only April and I'm already hesitant of going outside after 11 am.
But Andrew is only here for a few days before he heads back East for a guys trip so we have to hit the sights during the day. That's how I ended up climbing Papagos under the scorching midday sun.
It was hot, but it was pretty.