This is the view from our friends' backyard in Tucson, Arizona, where we spent a few days watching a massive forest fire snake up the far side of the mountain you see here.
It's not like we look at the newspaper and ask aloud, "Hmm. It's vacation time. Where can we go where there's 115-degree weather, an airport named after American Hero Barry Goldwater, and a massive natural disaster?" It just sort of works out that way.
The amazing thing? Somehow, we still managed to have fun. And I'll take 115-degree weather and Barry Goldwater over eternal drizzle and the guy who can't even ride a Segway.