I Don't Do Humid

I grew up in Iowa.   Land of humidity.   Really, who cares when you're a kid and it's all you've known?   We still went outside to play and the only discomfort was when we tried to sleep at night in an upstairs bedroom that wasn't air conditioned.   We didn't have central air conditioning and it wasn't until our teens, as I recall, that our parents put a window a/c upstairs.   So we would take our pillows and blankets and head downstairs to sleep on the living room floor.   Again, who cares when you're a kid and your bones and joints don't ache when you get up off the floor?

Coastal air is not humid air.   It's moist but not humid and it offers a clean deep breath when you're walking along the beach.   We are inland and often benefit from the coastal air pushing inland.   When  we get offshore air, it pulls crap (yes, a meteorological term) from the inland valleys.   We don't like that, not one bit.   The air in the inland valleys is notorious for being dirty and full of pollutants from the farming and lack of cooling breezes.   

Yesterday was bad bad bad weather.   Our breezes came to a standstill and a hot pocket (not the kind you eat) settled over us and brought the stifling temps to 106.   It was awful.   The kind of air that you can't take a breath.   Not fit for man or woman or chickens.   I took care of Beau in the morning and headed to Cambria for a while.   I should have stayed all day and all night.   

I see little vintage trailers online and imagine having one, parking it somewhere at the coast, and just hanging out.   I just don't do humid.