Reading the replies to Why is hot weather so popular? I had the notion that if I had the power to do so, I would have every day (and night) be like a day in October before all the leaves were off the trees and the temps were in the high-60’s to mid-70’s with clear skies and a little breeze and enough “nip” in the air that the most ideal thing you could do would be to go to an afternoon football game. That night around bedtime a gentle rain would fall enough to water the yard and clear the air for a repeat of the same day. This could go on forever and I would never bitch about the weather again.
I wonder how wide a range there must be on that “perfect day” concept so I started this thread rather than hijacking that other one.
This has to take place in the fall. Watch an LSU victory over a major SEC foe with friends. Continue the party by going out to dinner at one of our favorite restaurants. Make love to my beautiful wife that night. Fudge on church and sleep in on Sunday morning. Sex again. Watch another Saint’s victory. I’m a simple man.
Not necessarily about the weather, if that’s not a big deal in determining its perfection for you. Just what it would have to consist of to be repeated indefinitely and you wouldn’t be asking the powers that be for some relief.
The Groundhog Day concept would work as long as you weren’t annoyed by the perfection of it.
A day in Zion National Park would fit the bill. Wake up early in my room at the Desert Pearl Hotel, grab the first shuttle into Zion canyon, hike up to Angel’s Landing, Observation Point or maybe Orderville Canyon, head back to the hotel for a dip in the pool, lunch at Oscars in Springdale, maybe a nap, a couple of hours just kicking back, wander back into Springdale for an art gallery/antique crawl, dinner at Flanagan’s or maybe the Whiptail Grill, then back to the Desert Pearl to watch the sunset from my balcony with an adult beverage in hand.
Mine would be:
Drinking sangria in the park, and then later when it gets dark, we go home.
Feeding animals in the zoo, then later a movie, too, and then home.
Heroin may or may not be an option.
Really though, kind of like the OP, except spring instead of October, because fall is still hot. I like when it threatens to rain. It doesn’t have to, although it doesn’t bother me as much as some people. I just like the smell of rain.