After seven days of triple digit highs, Hood River has fallen into the 90’s. It wasn’t a great decade, but I’m okay with that. But if I expected any relief from my personal heat and suffering, perhaps I should have considered extra-preventative maintenance yesterday.
Yesterday, I tubed the Klickitat River with the Faux family. Trust me, there is a punch line in that one. Although I covered myself quite liberally in sunscreen, I still managed to fry myself to a crisp. Seems three and a half hour on the river, splashing through rapids, eventually erodes much of the effectiveness of sunscreen. Who would have known?
So, it is cooler, but I am enveloped in bright red skin, driving the heat up the few degrees it dropped.
Ahh, but for a snowdrift!
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