I’m going to Arizona tomorrow morning. I’ll be at training at the Grand Canyon, of all places for about two weeks, then I’m taking a few days off to go camping with my brother and his wife. I’ll be flying into Pheonix where it’s been a cool 115 degrees this week. But then the rims of the Canyon are 7,000-8,000 feet above sea level and quite pleasant.
Today was the hottest yet. It’s like walking around with a blanket over me. A thunderstorm passed nearby early this afternoon. It stirred up a breeze and brought some clouds to cool things off, but before that it was just miserable.
I feel really bad for folks in London. I hope they aren’t in for another long terror campaign.
Which reminds me: I miss John Ashcroft. He used to tell me to go about my daily business even though chemical, biological, or nuclear destruction could rain down on me at any time. I assumed that John Ashcroft went about his daily business in a concrete bunker somewhere. We should send him to the UK to remind our friends there to “keep a stiff upper lip while I ride a helicopter to work.”
In other news, the state emergency management agency has posted a survey on its website to learn what people thought of the Hurricane Dennis evacuation. Apparently the director didn’t read the letter I wrote after the last evacuation.
I had some barbecue at the home of a friend from work. Otherwise I spent the last two days holding myself hostage inside my apartment. Even though it wasn’t that hot yesterday and today I needed a break from the weather here. Only three more months of ninety degree weather to go! Oy.
This from someone who lived his entire life without air conditioning until two and half years ago.
Heat, humidity, and mosquitoes continue to make my workday miserable. It’s hard to muster a lot of enthusiasm in the morning.
I took a belated pack test yesterday morning. I finished in 38:29, a personal best. I probably could have knocked a minute or more off in cooler weather. Even at 8 o’clock in the morning it is warm here, and the humidity is near its peak. Now that it’s over and done with, let’s see if I get sent out west. This fire season hasn’t been very busy so far.
The fort is full of mosquitoes. We’ve had a lot of rain in the past week or so. The drainage is poor, so there are huge puddles on the parade ground and the grass is getting long. I was savaged today as I hoisted the flag. I no longer have a left ankle, just mosquito bites.
I had a damned good time in Georgia with my friends. If it wasn’t for Hurricane Dennis I might not have had a chance to see them while they were in the US. We sight-saw around Savannah and Charleston. It was a long drive though.
Back to work tomorrow. Hurricane Emily will be traveling a familiar path through the Caribbean this week. It’s going to be a long season.
Hurricane Dennis is headed for the exact same spot Ivan plowed into last summer. Except right now Dennis is stronger. We finished shutting down the park today, and I’ve been dismissed from work until the storm passes. I’m heading for Georgia tomorrow to see some friends there. More later.
There are these tiny crabs–I think they are called square-backed crabs (I called them green crabs in NY)– that have been crawling all over the place at the bayou. They get into the building (down here in fetid marsh country everything gets into our visitor center including lizards and millipedes). The first time I saw one it was crossing the parking lot. It stopped when it I stopped to look at it. I leaned over to look more closely. It just raised it claws to me in defiance. I could have smashed that thing with the toe of my boot, and there it was egging me on. I resisted the urge to prove my giganticness.
Last week I found one crawling up the wall in an office. I have never seen a crab climb up a wall quite like that. There are lots of them this year.
A child was riding around the complex on a strange bicycle: the front wheel was larger than the rear; the rider was seated toward the rear of the bike and reclined slightly–like someone on a Harley. I think the bike was supposed to look a little like a Harley.
Anyway, just as I thought, “That’s odd,” he crashed and scraped his knee. Ever seen one of those old-timey models from the early days of bicycles, the ones with the high front wheels? Well, when the models with the equal-sized wheels were introduced, they were called “safety” models. Now I know why.