The last time I slept in a puddle of my own sweat, I was camping at Big Bear. It was snowing, I had bronchitis and I kept bouncing back and forth between freezing and burning up. In the morning I quite literally had to pour the sweat off my sleeping pad.
How I ended camping in the snow with bronchitis is... Well. Stupid.
It's so damned hot here, even overnight, that the whole town has been sold out of fans and air conditioning units. I found a box fan today, when a local store got a new shipment in. One of the clerks told me, "the last shipment of these, we went through three pallets in about ten minutes. It was like a feeding frenzy..."
It thankfully seems slightly cooler, tonight, than it has been. And! I have The Fan. And I only had to break three peoples' fingers and step on one little old lady, to get to it first.
I've been hearing that the heat is murder on a stick up there.
Is it dry heat? If so, there's a trick you can do that involves wetting down the bedsheets. But it does require a fan to work, and it has to be really pretty dry.
It's been off and on icky hot here, but nothing like what you guys are getting. Every year though, when the Santa Anas come, that same retail drama plays itself out. Flocks of shipping trucks loaded with fans and portable ACs descend on the Fry's and CostCo, only to be annhilated in the wake of the sweating consumers, roving over the land like Californian army ants.
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Date: 2009-07-31 04:45 am (UTC)How I ended camping in the snow with bronchitis is... Well. Stupid.
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Date: 2009-07-31 04:52 am (UTC)It thankfully seems slightly cooler, tonight, than it has been. And! I have The Fan. And I only had to break three peoples' fingers and step on one little old lady, to get to it first.
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Date: 2009-07-31 04:58 am (UTC)Is it dry heat? If so, there's a trick you can do that involves wetting down the bedsheets. But it does require a fan to work, and it has to be really pretty dry.
It's been off and on icky hot here, but nothing like what you guys are getting. Every year though, when the Santa Anas come, that same retail drama plays itself out. Flocks of shipping trucks loaded with fans and portable ACs descend on the Fry's and CostCo, only to be annhilated in the wake of the sweating consumers, roving over the land like Californian army ants.
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Date: 2009-07-31 05:04 pm (UTC)