Since most of my elderly ND relatives swear that every summer day in ND has been a 100 or higher every day since they started using the one bottom plow to break the sod, I know this stat isn't too impressive to some.
They would tell me they had no ice because the blocks of ice cut off the lake and stored in sawdust were all melted. I could boast right back that Safeway ran out of bagged ice yesterday.
We got creative in our ways of trying to beat the heat.
Drinking Bubble Tea, a delicious Asian specialty.
Poor little Brayden wanted to be held all the time, but it was so hard to hold a 98 degree baby when the internal temp of the house was around 90 and outside was 100.
We finally filled the hot tub with water and the chemical, but didn't heat it past 80.
First time my butter isn't filled with crumbs and swipes of peanut butter,
then it had to go and melt into oblivion.
We had to live on ice-cream bars and frozen fruit bars instead of toast.
We slept outside because the temp was night was in the cool 80's.
Then, last night, we felt the winds of change blow over the Olympic Mountains.
Fresh breezes made the 90's seem cool.
This morning, my house is only 73 degrees.
Finally cool enough to eat toast.
After breakfast, I have a travois full of tee-pees to wash.