Heh heh. The Arizona desert in August felt like heaven compared to the heat I'd faced in South CarolinaOriginally posted by: wnied
Anyone who says anything other than Florida, has never spent an August Summer day in Floridas infamous humidity. I worked in FPLs TSR section of warehouses for a summer....Ugh, salt tablets and hundreds of gallons of water. I make no claims to midwest or Southwest States as I've never been out there.
Fantastic...looks like I'll have a great summerOriginally posted by: Viper0329
I have been to every state in South but arizona in summer time, and LA is hottest by far. The humidity hardly comes below 100% and it stays like this for months.
These whiners here in Indiana wouldn't know hot and humid if it bit them on the ass. It's like 75F with 70% humidity and they complain...
I can tell you from personal experience that after a while, you simply peg out the heat index at a certain temperature. That was about 105-110 for me. After that, you just can't tell anymore how much hotter it might be, it's just plain Africa hot. I think the first time i ever experienced truly mad hot weather was in Kuwait... when we got on the plane in Fort Campbell, KY, it was a balmy 89 or so. About 20 hours later they opened up the ramp for us on Camp Doha, and 126 degrees smacked me in the face. Wow. That woke me up real quick.
Draw a straight line from somewhere around the Brunswick/Savannah, GA area over to El Paso, TX. Everthing south of that line is nothing but a precursor to hell.
We love Savannah, especially St. Patricks Day. We lived about 90 minutes south of there in Kings Bay. You couldn't sit on your porch there, the sand gnats (flying teeth) would eat your ass alive. It is also miserable hot/humid there from April to November.At least Savannah is a nice, charming, genteel little town. Yeah, it gets hot, but there you can just sit down with a glass of lemonade on the porch and relax. You don't have to worry about making yourself even hotter by needing to make a mad dash away from an alligator trying to eat your ass (Florida) or some crazy slackjawed Cajun with a shotgun protecting his moonshine still from you, probably thinking all the while that you're the scouts for the invading Red Army (Louisiana).