As I walked through our nearly deserted park today, I could understand why it was nearly deserted.  With the temperature at 117, the breeze that blew in my face felt as if it were coming from a furnace vent.  I wore my newest hat, a straw "Gus," instead of my usual black flat-crowned wool one. 

We have air conditioned buildings into which we can escape.  The pioneers, the ranchers, and the cowboys had no such luxuries.  I tried to imagine riding on a horse, in a wagon, or in a stagecoach. I'm not certain, but I think we might be sissies. :)