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In the 1970s-80s I used to go to both Phoenix and Tucson on business several times per year. In those days I ran six to eight miles a day.
Ate on the plane (yes, it was a long time ago), checked in to the hotel, went out for a run just after dark along lighted streets and sidewalks. Felt a little warm, passed a bank sign with a thermometer readout: 105 degrees F. But it felt no warmer than Austin at 97 degrees F and 70% relative humidity.
Having grown up in Phoenix, I can attest to summer temperatures of anywhere from 105 degrees F to 116 degrees F, with the relative humidity in June of 16 percent, increasing in August to around 30 percent with the start of the "monsoon" season, as they call it in Arizona. The low relative humidity made the high temperatures more bearable. Nevertheless, when I fly in to Phoenix in the summer these days, disembarking from the plane and proceeding out of the terminal is like entering a blast furnace, something I didn't even notice as a kid.
The highest recorded temperature in Phoenix was 122 degrees F on June 26, 1990. At the time I was assigned to the American Embassy in Santiago, Chile, but my parents were in Phoenix and described the heat. I have not lived in Phoenix since entering the US Foreign Service and State Department in 1974, but I would visit my parents and friends in between assignments on home leave. Now that I am retired from the Foreign Service and have lived in Washiington, DC for quite a few years, Marta and I are planning to move back to the Phoenix area (actually either Tempe or Scottsdale, both adjacent to Phoenix). I suspect we will spend our summers in cooler climes while taking advantage of Phoenix's great weather in fall, winter, and spring.
Bill
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