Monday, June 22, 2009

Sand, Alligators, and HEAT

Jim is on vacation in the swamps of the Florida Panhandle, pity him.

I'm in the Florida panhandle.

I'm staying about 30 miles from the nearest internet access point, where I'm lucky to have air conditioning let alone intermittent access to the cellular network. Right now I'm logging into my sister-in-law's wireless DSL AP, which seems to be working pretty good, but I don't know how often I'll be over here - all of which is the long way around of saying, don't expect regular posting.

There may be a few pictures later this week. My son and I intend to visit the National Museum of Naval Aviation at the Pensacola Naval Air Station, which is an awesome place if you're into vintage military aircraft. We'll be sure to take a bunch of pictures, and maybe we'll stop by Fort Barrancus and the old lighthouse as long as we're on the base. I'm sure we'll hit the boardwalk at Pensacola Beach and Fort Walton Beach sometime here soon.

I swear though, I don't know how people live down here. The heat is damned near unbelievable, I got off the plane and it was like being hit in the face with an oven door. Despite having lived here for a number of years, and having spent a significant fraction of my life in the South American jungle and the Middle East, I have apparently lost all tolerance for heat and humidity.

Updates to follow.


  1. Oh yeah, humidity. I spent several years living in Central Florida. I seem to recall an endless series of dashes between air-conditioned places. (Well, not dashes- it was too hot and sticky to run) Makes me glad to be in the land of smog and dry heat- LA.

  2. Well, your reaction to the heat is my reaction to the cold. You know, like in Alaska.

    You'll live.

  3. From Biloxi Blues:

    Eugene Morris Jerome: "Man it's hot. It's like Africa hot. Tarzan couldn't take this kind of hot."

    I love that line.

    Also, take lots and lots of pictures. I've been thinking about reviving Charlotte Misner and some local color would be teriffic.

  4. Glad that's you there and not me.

    I hate the heat.

    Though not as much as I hate zombies.

  5. You could've been at my MiL's house in Cleveland this past weekend. It was hot, too. And filled with my in-laws.

  6. I was once offered a job in New Orleans. Two job killers: (1) New Orleans weather. (2) IBM mainframe running MVS. Never even got to the stage where I'd point out that I'm built for winter. I loathe JCL. (grin)

    Dr. Phil

  7. I will point out that even the weather gurus at this point are saying this is unseasonable hot and humid for this early in the summer...

    Hot'lanta is living up to its name this week. Ugh. Needed another shower by the time I walked from the train to the office this morning. Low temp last night was 77F. WTF?!?


  8. Huh. Weather over here is perfectly normal. Which is mid-90s, but that's normal here...

  9. Twice I've been to Eglin, and it was merely 80-85.

    Beware the young drivers on 20, lest they molest your car with their own.

    Just call me "crash".


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