I flew to Phoenix last May. It was 102. But not humid. The whole area is desert. But things still grow. I saw some lovely cactus.
I drove to the Grand Canyon. It was cooler and hillier there, with even some forests. But dry. Everybody was worried about forest fires.
I did not take photos in Phoenix, at least I do not recall, since I was driving into it or out of it at the time, and I did not stop. It is sprawled out in a flat valley. It looked like they had plenty of room to expand.
North of Phoenix the land rises, and cools, but it is still dry. Here is what it looked like about an hour north:
If you are used to lush green, well get used to not seeing it. But there are lovely cactus:
I, too, would rather live in the desert than the humid tropics.
When I drove back to Phoenix, I stayed near the airport, since I was flying home the next day. It was about 100 and my hotel had a pool. The first thing I did was go into it. I had it all to myself (and the hot tub). It was so soothing in that hot dry air. Then later I just sat on a chair and dried in the breeze. It was so pleasant.
Did you get a sex change? Or just trying to hide from pervs?
