Last Saturday afternoon we decided to brave the heat and smoke to drive to a small park a few miles from our house. The temperature was in the upper 90s but we thought we needed to get out of the house. As we had hoped there were no other people there and we were able to manage about 15 minutes before we wilted. Rusty was so happy, he stopped every few feet to smell and mark.
This may be why there was no one else around:
But, on the plus side, there was this.
Some of the cans looked a bit elderly but the intention is a good one.
Since the weekend our temperatures have been moving back towards normal. Late yesterday afternoon I even thought about wearing a sweater when I went out to pull an onion for dinner. Nighttime temperatures are back in the low to mid-fifties, which is our normal. We still have hazy skies and the occasional smell of smoke, probably from the Monterey County fires, but could be from the Santa Cruz or the Santa Clara fires. I can’t remember that we have ever been surrounded this way.
