Saturday, June 25, 2016

Monsoon Desert

As June stretches on, the temperatures here in Tucson keep rising and rising.  Last week was a record 115 degrees which, with one air conditioner, was not tolerable.  We abandoned the Airstream for a few days until the temperatures reached a comfortable 108.  That might sound crazy, but in this dry heat, the AC will keep it cool enough up to 109.  It is really amazing the difference one degree makes!

As we put down roots in Tucson, I make hubs promise that this is our last summer in the Airstream.  Much more on that later.

The monsoon rains just began, which means a good thunderstorm about once a day for the next few months.  I love watching them roll down the valley, flashing and furious, pummeling everything in their path with fat, cool drops of rain and wind.  It was even cool enough this evening to take a short walk in the desert at sunset.  On our drive back out, a horned owl swoops in front of us and lands at the top of a tall saguaro cactus.  We pause and watch it for a minute, and I can't resist hooting at it.  It swivels its head away from me as if to say "you are doing it wrong and it's embarrassing" so I squawk at it.  It whips its head around and glares at me.  Sor-ry!

Another quarter of a mile down the road we see a ribbon of white across the road and stop beside it.  A rattlesnake with a banded black and white tail takes almost no notice of us.  I hope the snooty owl eats it.

My dream Airstream job continues to go well, and I am able to get a little creative (and maybe a little silly too) putting these videos of the new 2017 models together.  Take a look, if you are so inclined:


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  2. I just happened upon your blog as I was looking for skylights and it was freaky. We also have a 1962 Tradewind that we named Sputnik. I am not joking. We got it in 2005 and are still renovating it!

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