“It’s a dry heat” is a ubiquitous phrase in Phoenix every summer. Like most stereotypes, it’s ever present because it’s true.
To a point.
“It’s a dry heat” works for me personally up to about 103 or 104. After that, it just feels hot no matter what, and my stock reply to “dry heat” is ususally, “Yeah, so’s my oven.”
On the other hand, late spring and early summer evenings are some of my favorite things. One truth about dry heat - at least in metro Phoenix - is that as soon as the sun sets the temperature drops quickly and noticeably.
Last night as I drove home from dinner with Dad on his Day, my car displayed 92 degrees at 9:00pm. I rolled down the car windows and popped the moonroof and it was one of the most pleasant drives I’ve had in quite a while.
Heather Barr is a Realtor. She's a chow hound, a gym rat, and the only political junkie in the USA who can actually keep her political views to herself. Instead, she focuses on educating her clients about the often-confusing world of residential real estate.
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Jealous, that’s all I have to say; by the way I’m one of Daren’s friends from back East. Portsmouth NH real estate broker and developer. It has been raining for two weeks; I’m starting to look into a license to broker arks.
Love your oven comment.
Many call the Phoenix area the ‘Valley of the Sun”
“Surface of the Sun” would be more accurate, but “only” for 5 months of the year…
If your site had one of those “thumbs-up” links, I would have clicked it on this article. Friends back east have had two weeks of almost continuous rain. For now, I’ll take the oven. However, I reserve the right to amend that in August.