When I took these photos, it was still well into the 90’s, even after the sun had set. There was a point in the evening where I almost passed out due to the combination of walking steep hills, carrying a big messenger bag full of assorted computer/camera items, and not properly hydrating.
When I was younger, when it would hit 100, it would do so in late July or through August, never in June. It is so hot now that I am sweating by 9AM. And don’t let people fool you, Austin is one of the worst cities for heat, because it retains the humidity of the Gulf of Mexico, but is far enough away from a major body of water to allow for high temperatures – so you get the triple digits of Tucson and most of the humidity of Houston. I won’t see a 60 degree evening until late September, I bet.
Oh, the irony…
