/hijack/ You know when you’ve been in the AV too long when you know where the water in Apollo Park Lake comes from…and you don’t care. /end hijack/
You know when you’ve been in the AV too long when you stop wondering why the water flows out of the storm drains at Ave. I and 10th St. W.
I don’t like heat. I’m also getting annoyed with the summers in Washington too. The summer I moved here, they had the hottest one in years, last summer I had to have 4 fans going in my apartment non-stop, and I fear this year’s is going to be icky as well.
It’s not that its horribly hot, but add in the humidity to 90 degree weather, and it sucks. Nevermind that its impossible to find an apartment with air conditioning.
Keep in mind that I am a huge heat wimp. I’ve had 2 cases of bad heat exhaustion and one bout of heat stroke. I’m quite sensitive.
Hehe, this is Cheez_Whia’s daughter in the AV checking in. Longtime lurker, first time poster. And I can confirm that right now it is simply gorgeous with the wildflowers coming up, and the hills are green. I think it’s dreadfully miserable in the summertime though, except the nights. I am always on vampire hours in the summertime 
Yessir. A hell of a lot of nifty landmarks 'long that road. I think we had just left a junkyard set alongside the road…
I spent a summer working construction (foundation painting) in Phoenix. Hated it. We stayed at an apartment complex with a pool and tennis courts nearby. Could only hang out at the pool for a half hour, tops. Couldn’t play tennis unless you wanted to play at night, and it was still incredibly hot then.
Since then, I’ve spent a lot of time in the Arabian Gulf. Aboslutely hate it. The summers tend to be 120 plus, with almost 100% humidity. If you go outside, you start to sweat. I often have to haul heavy bags around in this heat during our preflight. I wind up getting in my aircraft soaked in sweat, with hours and hours of flying in a warm plane ahead of me (the air conditioning has a hard time keeping up). It’s horrible. Also, I have seen very little sand. Most of the places I’ve been in the Gulf have been more dirt than sand. It’s dirty and sort of disgusting, especially when it rains in the winter months. The sand/dirt storms especially suck. If you bring your laptop to certain places, it’s a sure bet the fine dirt will kill it. It gets everywhere–in your hair, your clothes, your bunk, up in your sinuses.
Give me green grass and trees, even if it’s hot, and I’m happy.
I’ve been coming up here for about six years, but last summer was the first one I spent as a resident. Much, much better than summer in L.A.! In L.A. I would have to wear a damp T-shirt and lie down in front of a fan. Couldn’t do that in bed, and sometimes it was too hot to sleep.
It was a little warm this past summer. I had a fan on in my bedroom, and a box fan in the back door. I was a little leery about leaving the back door open, lest the raccoons tear open the screen and come inside.
Where’s that structure in the first photo? At first I thought it might be south of Palmdale (Sierra Hwy. just off the 14), but it looks too flat.
Oh, the summers aren’t that bad – except in August. As long as the swamp cooler’s working (man, I remember having to climb up and clean that thing out – that was when they had excelsior pads instead of nylon) you can always get into the cool. Being outside is fine, since there’s usually a breeze.
I like it up here in Rainland (or lately, Lack-Of-Rainland), but sometimes I really want to go to the desert. When mom was in hospital I went to Phoenix. It was freezing cold here in Birch Bay, but it was 70°F at her place. Sand and scrub all over the place, and her backyard was landscaped with rocks, palms and different types of cacti. Quail and doves and pigeons would visit a couple of times a day.
Anyway, the AV is in the high desert. I’ve always found it much more pleasant than, say, Palm Springs or thereabouts.
By the way: Now that you’ve posted, we know you’re there. You’ll have to join now. 
Reminds me of my first trip to New Orleans. 90° and 100% humidity. My friend whose film I was working on didn’t have a lot of money. He was living in the ‘basement’ of a house. (Actually, the house was elevated, so the ‘basement’ was at ground level. It was more-or-less open, and had two ‘rooms’ in it.) Anyway, there were a few people living in the house proper. (Funny, almost never saw them.) They were students or whatever, and didn’t have the money to run the a/c. I’d get out of the shower and not know when to stop drying. The high desert is much nicer in the summer than New Orleans!