We don't have air conditioning. Seriously. So, in an effort to get outside and beat the heat (and to satisfy Rye's desire to "camp"-- even if only for a day) we trekked to the mountains.
Was it any cooler? Not really. On the hike out of the mountain Richard checked the temp on his watch, and it was still 95 degrees! Yikes! I was definitely grateful at that moment I wasn't sitting in the sweat box we call a home.
The up side to 95+ degrees is that it makes the chlling-freezing-biting cold river sound inviting! Especially after hiking up at least three miles to get there, we were ready to shed it all (ok, not ALL) and splash it up. We're so glad summer is on the way!