Around the time we left for Arizona last weekend, I noticed that I had the sniffles. By the time we got to Sedona, I had a full-blown cold. Getting a summer cold is wretched, by the way. But since we were on a mini-vacation, I didn't want to ruin the trip by demanding that I be allowed to lay on the hotel bed while tending to my ever-flowing nose, coughs, etc. So I took some allergy medicine (Benadryl) and went where ever Brandon wanted to go.
It turned out that my cold was for the best. The medicine rather sedated me, so instead of saying "Walk around in this kind of heat just to see some well? Are you insane, there's not any shade! I'll be in the car. Leave the A/C on," I responded, "Wha? A well? Okay, whatever," and dragged my zombie self along with Brandon's whims.
I do have to say, Arizona is unbelievably hot. Opening your car door is like opening the oven when it's been preheating at 400 degrees. The dry heat thing is just a way to get people to actually come. But I've witnessed humid heat (FL, AL) and I've witnessed dry heat, and the main thing they have in common is the word heat. It's unbelievably hot in both places. But with the "dry heat" thing comes the drying of the skin and chapping of the lips. We actually stopped at a gas station for lip balm. It was that bad.
And people expect you to hike and be all nature-loving where we went. I love civilization. And I hate multiple giftshops with all the same stuff within a mile radius. However, I did have fun. The Grand Canyon really is huge, and being afraid of heights, I mostly cowered near the railing. Or a few feet away from the railing. Plus I got a lot of sleep, because when I'm in a car over an hour, I pretty much pass out (unless I'm driving). So it was a good trip. But next time, I want to go to the beach. Where it's acceptable to be lazy.
It turned out that my cold was for the best. The medicine rather sedated me, so instead of saying "Walk around in this kind of heat just to see some well? Are you insane, there's not any shade! I'll be in the car. Leave the A/C on," I responded, "Wha? A well? Okay, whatever," and dragged my zombie self along with Brandon's whims.
I do have to say, Arizona is unbelievably hot. Opening your car door is like opening the oven when it's been preheating at 400 degrees. The dry heat thing is just a way to get people to actually come. But I've witnessed humid heat (FL, AL) and I've witnessed dry heat, and the main thing they have in common is the word heat. It's unbelievably hot in both places. But with the "dry heat" thing comes the drying of the skin and chapping of the lips. We actually stopped at a gas station for lip balm. It was that bad.
And people expect you to hike and be all nature-loving where we went. I love civilization. And I hate multiple giftshops with all the same stuff within a mile radius. However, I did have fun. The Grand Canyon really is huge, and being afraid of heights, I mostly cowered near the railing. Or a few feet away from the railing. Plus I got a lot of sleep, because when I'm in a car over an hour, I pretty much pass out (unless I'm driving). So it was a good trip. But next time, I want to go to the beach. Where it's acceptable to be lazy.
