It’s nice and cool up here in Minnesota and surrounding states.
Damn! It's Hot Out!!!
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Phoenix broke a record today 118 degrees.
Arizona weather forecast: Excessive heat all weekend in Phoenix
https://www.fox10phoenix.com/weather/arizona-weather-forecast-7524
Arizona weather forecast: Excessive heat all weekend in Phoenix
https://www.fox10phoenix.com/weather/arizona-weather-forecast-7524
IdRatherBeSkiing
Sherbert is NOT and NEVER WILL BE ice cream.
New Hampshire was muggy as hell most of the 4 day weekend. The thunderstorms they kept predicting never came. Good for outdoor plans not being canceled, but bad for humidity while you're doing them.
Same here. Probably not quite the same high temps but even more humidity. Brutal. We've gone to the beach nearly every day this past week. And yesterday we paddled on the York river. Very nice on the river, not so nice hauling the paddleboard and kayak out of the river and onto the car.
And then there's this
Las Vegas hits its all-time temperature record - as motorcyclist dies from 'heat exposure' in Death Valley
It comes amid an ongoing widespread deadly heatwave along the US West Coast, where around 36 million people are under an excessive heat warning.
I saw Vegas reach 120 degrees. Well hopefully what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.
I cut down some trees on my property Thursday. I was grimy sweaty and sawdusty as hell.
Shopping in Portland Maine Friday. Any time not in AC was gross.
Was supposed to attend a pool party Saturday but they canceled it in the morning because of predicted thunderstorms (which never came). So my backup plan was seeing Adam Ezra Group perform at a campground in Rochester. Muggy as hell. They finished their set in the lake, as is the annual tradition.
Yesterday was swimming in Lake Winnipesaukee with my aunt, uncle, cousins, etc. Muggy as hell but otherwise beautiful. My son is the blonde mop on the right.
Shopping in Portland Maine Friday. Any time not in AC was gross.
Was supposed to attend a pool party Saturday but they canceled it in the morning because of predicted thunderstorms (which never came). So my backup plan was seeing Adam Ezra Group perform at a campground in Rochester. Muggy as hell. They finished their set in the lake, as is the annual tradition.
Yesterday was swimming in Lake Winnipesaukee with my aunt, uncle, cousins, etc. Muggy as hell but otherwise beautiful. My son is the blonde mop on the right.
Nice! Winnipesaukee is great. Here's a shot from our time on the York river near our house (people omitted)
The nice, cool weather here is coming to an end. It’s supposed to get into the 90s this later this week.
My exwife lives in Florida. She moved there a couple of years ago. She likes going kayaking.
My exwife lives in Florida. She moved there a couple of years ago. She likes going kayaking.
My wife once spent a year in Florida with her ex. They tried to go canoeing with their dog, but it wasn't allowed because of alligators.
My uncle took us through his favorite part of the lake, Sally's Gut. I'd never heard of it. It's a small, calm, quiet passage somewhere on the lake. It's beautiful, like having your house deep in the New Orleans swampland.
When I was stationed in Korea, one of my roommates lived in Massachusetts. A town right on the Mass - NH border. He was in a national guard bridge building unit. He said that they filmed the movie The Crucible somewhere around the area he lived, and that they had his unit help during the production of the film.
Looks like it was on Choate Island in the north shore area of Essex and Ipswich Mass.
Ok. That’s coolLooks like it was on Choate Island in the north shore area of Essex and Ipswich Mass.
What is the origin of the name Sally's Gut? I've gut your answer. I mean I've got your answer.....although I highly doubt any of this story is true. This is from Elizabeth Crawford Wilkin's 1949 book Winnipesaukee Whoppers; Fabulous Legends Of The Lake Once Called Winnipiseogee. (A Suffolk Punch, also known as a Suffolk Horse or Suffolk Sorrel, is an English breed of draught horse.)
"Then there was that lass called Sally from Meredith. She was the only daughter of a blacksmith who specialized in making runners for fish house sleds which were in great demand when the temperature dropped to – well, you wouldn’t believe us anyhow. Next to his blacksmithing and winter fishing, there was nothing the blacksmith loved so much as his daughter. She was a fine figure of young womanhood. No farm horse was ever built better than Sally; she had withers that would make a heavy draught horse tear its tail out with envy and fetlocks that would frustrate a Suffolk Punch. Nothing much was ever said about her face but we gather it was there between a black mane of heavy hair and her thyroid glands.
She had a large following of suitors – all probably with an eye to business, for Sally could do an honest day’s work as easily as she could climb a mountain or swim in the lake. But her old man had a business eye, too, and he wasn’t standing any nonsense. When she walked there had to be at least six of them – no less. One bleak Sunday in November just before the lake froze, she made up her mind to take a long walk out of Meredith Neck and swim the passage to Stonedam Island. Her six escorts were a bit shaken when they heard of this plan but they trotted gallantly at her side. After a few miles one of them tripped over a small boulder and broke his uvula. Sally didn’t fancy the idea of leaving the poor fellow there to suffer alone, so she said that one of the others must stop with him.
A little further on another of the lads barged into a tree and dislocated his necktie. Sally insisted that his best pal stay behind and watch over him, so now Sally had only two escorts left. Just as the threesome sighted the island across the broad expanse of frigid water one of the two remaining young men slipped on some pine needles and bent his eyelashes. They must stop behind, said Sally, and she walked the few hundred yards left to the lake’s shore alone.
On reaching it she tossed off some of her winter harness, jumped into the icy lake and swam with a few easy strokes the two hundred yards to the island. The uninjured man on the shore gazed after her in shivering admiration. 'What guts!' he said finally. 'Whose guts?' whispered the invalid with the bent eyelashes. 'Sally’s Guts!' came the envious reply. And that is why the passage between Meredith Neck and Stonedam Island is marked on the map as Sally’s Gut.
P.S. The difference in spelling is due to the fact that printers’ ink was hard to come by in those days."
"Then there was that lass called Sally from Meredith. She was the only daughter of a blacksmith who specialized in making runners for fish house sleds which were in great demand when the temperature dropped to – well, you wouldn’t believe us anyhow. Next to his blacksmithing and winter fishing, there was nothing the blacksmith loved so much as his daughter. She was a fine figure of young womanhood. No farm horse was ever built better than Sally; she had withers that would make a heavy draught horse tear its tail out with envy and fetlocks that would frustrate a Suffolk Punch. Nothing much was ever said about her face but we gather it was there between a black mane of heavy hair and her thyroid glands.
She had a large following of suitors – all probably with an eye to business, for Sally could do an honest day’s work as easily as she could climb a mountain or swim in the lake. But her old man had a business eye, too, and he wasn’t standing any nonsense. When she walked there had to be at least six of them – no less. One bleak Sunday in November just before the lake froze, she made up her mind to take a long walk out of Meredith Neck and swim the passage to Stonedam Island. Her six escorts were a bit shaken when they heard of this plan but they trotted gallantly at her side. After a few miles one of them tripped over a small boulder and broke his uvula. Sally didn’t fancy the idea of leaving the poor fellow there to suffer alone, so she said that one of the others must stop with him.
A little further on another of the lads barged into a tree and dislocated his necktie. Sally insisted that his best pal stay behind and watch over him, so now Sally had only two escorts left. Just as the threesome sighted the island across the broad expanse of frigid water one of the two remaining young men slipped on some pine needles and bent his eyelashes. They must stop behind, said Sally, and she walked the few hundred yards left to the lake’s shore alone.
On reaching it she tossed off some of her winter harness, jumped into the icy lake and swam with a few easy strokes the two hundred yards to the island. The uninjured man on the shore gazed after her in shivering admiration. 'What guts!' he said finally. 'Whose guts?' whispered the invalid with the bent eyelashes. 'Sally’s Guts!' came the envious reply. And that is why the passage between Meredith Neck and Stonedam Island is marked on the map as Sally’s Gut.
P.S. The difference in spelling is due to the fact that printers’ ink was hard to come by in those days."
