A few years back, Stephanie and I were in southern Utah visiting some of the
beauteous spots.  Steph got a call from her sister, who told us we
absolutely HAD to go spend the night at the campground in Fruita.  We
arrived, got out of the van and walked around a bit.

We live in Phoenix, from which we like to occasionally escape in the
summertime.  Neither of us really likes the heat; I start to get
uncomfortable above 80, though I am functional to around 105, assuming it is
a "dry heat".

Fruita was 102.  We talked if over for a few minutes (very few), and decided
to travel on.  We spoke to Steph's sister later on; she couldn't understand
how we didn't enjoy the 15 degree temperature drop from home.

Different strokes, as they say.

Karl