Moved across the country in July of '63, in a black '61 Chevy station wagon, no A/C, old Rte 66 once we hit MO or some such. 3 kids, 2 adults, and a baby still in diapers, and we didn't have disposable ones back then.
117F in the dark when we hit Needles. Arrived SoCal on 1 Aug 61.
Now I'm a wimp, tolerated cars with no A/C when we lived in the desert of AZ in the early 2000s and temps up to 126 or so. Now I think it's hot when it hits 105 here.
The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men. In it is contentment In it is death and all you seek (Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)
