By the end of today's drive, we'll have passed out of the mountainous regions of the east and entered the flatlands that bisect the United States. Yesterday we passed two crests that were labeled 985 feet and 1200 feet, as if those were impressive heights. The other day, on the Blue Ridge Parkway, we passed crests in the 3500-3600 range.
Everything, they say, is relative.
Back home, the Flying M Ranch sits at 4,000 feet--and it's in a valley between mountain ranges. So climbing to 985, or even 3500, isn't all that impressive to us--that's like going down from our valley.
This explains why people who live in the east assume that because we're in Arizona, it must be hot all the time. They don't realize that Arizona has a wide range of temperatures. In the summer, as in most places around the country, it gets hot--up to 100, or slightly over, from time to time. In the winter, it gets cold--down to 17 last winter, into the single digits sometimes.
What it usually is, even during monsoon season, is dry, as in lacking in humidity. Which, having just spent a week in the southeast, is all to the good, as far as I'm concerned.