Those of you who know me well know that I’m not a big fan of summer. I hate hot weather. I’d much rather be basking in the snow in a blizzard than in blue sky on a hot sunny day. This summer hasn’t been too bad so far on the Front Range, but temperatures are quickly beginning to rise. Today’s predicted high is 96 degrees F, 4 degrees higher than yesterday. Whether you blame it on global warming or not, no one can deny that 96 degrees is damn hot.
I’m a wimp in hot weather. I don’t have air conditioning, so I find myself on the couch, literally wilting away, festering in my own sweat. I don’t want to do anything, except dream about snow, or dream about being somewhere cooler than where I am. Productivity goes rapidly from 100% to about 20%, sometimes even 10%.
It’s 9:30 am and temperatures are already feeling hot. My remedy is to dream about snow. Luckily, my friend Sydney just sent me pictures from our Sniktau expedition, nearly exactly a month ago. In the spirit of wishing it were still winter instead of 96 degrees, I’ll go ahead and share some of those pictures 
I can’t wait until I’m permanently moved to Crested Butte, where a hot day is 80 degrees 
