Last year, my family and I took our annual Christmas holiday in Phoenix, AZ… My parents moved there when dad developed asthma, the doctor told him the dry weather in Phoenix would be perfect for his asthma and mom’s dire arthritis, and when they told me the average temperature in Phoenix while in the summer time was well over 100 degrees, my buddy and I opted not to go there while in the summer.
- My great friend and I suffocated when it was 85 degrees at our house.
Mom said it’s a odd kind of heat because there is no humidity, even though I wasn’t buying it… I would be holed up in the cabin with the a/c the entire time I was there. I promised mom and dad my buddy and I would be there for Christmas, but for their Christmas present, mom and dad planned a afternoon tepid air balloon ride over Phoenix, for the family. My kid and kid were excited. The balloon ride provided a champagne lunch after the trip, and before the trip, they got to watch the balloon being inflated, and prepared for the trip. It was only fifty degrees when my buddy and I boarded the balloon, and nearing seventy when my buddy and I headed for lunch. I was surprised how appealing the Phoenix, AZ part looked from 5000 feet up. When my buddy and I got back to the house, the furnace was running and it shocked me. I thought it was too hot to have the heat on, but after eight months of 85 to 110 degree weather, I know sixty-five to seventy-five was cold. Most of the holiday was spent seeing Christmas lights around Phoenix, but even separate from the snow, my buddy and I had an amazing time visiting mom and dad.