Hot temperatures continued through Sunday, pushing the thermometer into triple digits in areas of direct sunlight most of the afternoon.
It remained at 94 degrees as the five o’clock news came on.
“It is way too hot outside,” my lovely bride said. “Too hot for me to sit out in the sun.
“I never thought I would say that,” added my resident sun worshipper.
Contrary to common sense, we went down our beach earlier in the day for the first time this season. What a mistake.
Yes, we had a lot of clearing to do. The blackberry vines were starting to take over our ladder, not to mention the scat our raccoon neighbors left behind. But 147 steps down in this heat was a challenge.
Adding to the degree of difficulty in our trek, the goofy golden doodle decided to scamper down our bank, hoping to follow us. She stopped on the edge of the cliff, crying out at us for help.
“Is that Maddee?” my lovely bride asked, as our pooch howled to get our attention.
We scampered up the bank and my lovely bride helped our dog on the ladder and up to safety.
Whew, delicate lesson learned.
Good morning Longbranch.