We are experiencing the dog days of August, when most places are too hot and nothing much is scheduled. Congress goes on vacay, the Supreme Court is on hiatus, and, as this is not an election year for most of the country, there isn't a lot of overt campaigning to follow.
Here in the Rockies, this is quite the nicest time of year. The only time we get hot here is when we get into a car that has been sitting the sun, utilizing the "greenhouse effect" to build up heat.
Our local reservoir on the south fork of the Snake filled up with the snow melt in June. It now has been drawn down maybe 12' as water is sent downstream so Idaho's potato farmers can irrigate their fields, Gotta love those russets.
Upstream the white water rafting is tapering down as the tourists head home to put the kids in school. Nearly three weeks from now the Fed Reserve holds its annual Jackson Hole meeting, at Jackson Lake Lodge. It's the cycle of life hereabouts, one dear to the hearts of the DrsC.
Summer here is short, but very sweet. What we view as spring, summer, and fall are compressed into half a year here, roughly two months of each. The other half year is some variety of winter, not so much brutal as loooong. As snowbirds, we like to say we arrive in time to see the last snowfall of spring, and leave after the first snowfall of autumn.