I’m at that point with summer when I can’t even remember what it’s like to be properly cold. My coats hang like foreign instruments of torture in a cupboard. The tap water at home never quite reaches cold and blow drying my hair after 6:30am is out of the question.
Last week we really pushed the boundaries of stupidity by heading out to Lake Ballard (a large salt lake) where the temperature was sitting at about 46 degrees (that’s 114.8 fahrenheit).
We last visited in June, wearing beanies and heavy jackets and boots. Winter is the recommended time to visit Lake Ballard in order to avoid sunburn, dehydration, heat exhaustion and flies. We only spent a very short time out of the air conditioned car but it was amazing to see the contrast between winter on the salt lake and summer. (If you’re wondering about the weird, alien-like sculptures see my original post here.)
For starters it’s a lot more white.
It’s almost cruel in a way, you look like you could be surrounded by frost or light snow. But really the heat has knocked air out of your lungs.
Retreating back to the car you start to lose the white and hit red dirt again, far more appropriate for the weather.
Bye Lake Ballard.
Bring on winter.