Matthew and Natalie arrived yesterday for a short and wonderful visit. We talked, bought cold coffees and colder beers, grilled Nolan Ryan sausages, played Farkle, and then, Tuesday morning, set out for a whirlwind tour of the aquarium and shoreline. It was all good, though the beaches on Ocean/Shoreline are prettier to look at from the a passing car than they are up close. Still, not just the up-close warts of the beach...something else. Something felt off. Heat. Insane heat. Cook-you-from-the-inside kind of heat. We arrived back at the house heat-stressed and exhausted.
In southern Germany, they talk about a mysterious wind, called the Foehn, capable of raising temperatures by as much as 50 degrees F and - according to folklore - driving locals to madness. Could it be that we experienced something similar? Were we so close to the madness that we simply couldn't see it? I don't know. Here are some pictures of us from the house, once we returned from our ill-fated outing. Let the reader discern wherein madness lies.
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