Whoever picked the middle of July–and a low-elevation campground–to have an outdoor gathering must be retarded. It was so miserably hot at Traci’s family reunion, that Michael and I ended up coming home on Saturday. The heat was so bad that I didn’t get to do any of the hiking, biking, or anything else that I had planned on doing while I was up there. The water temperature in my truck ran 220 degrees the entire way home, and I half-expected the engine to seize up. Next year, if they pick one of the same shitty spots at the bottom of Huntington Canyon to have their reunion, they can count me out.