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It was 94F when we landed in Sacramento - coming off a week of mid to upper 70s in the Portland region. The full impact of the heat hit us once we clambered inside the dark blue rental minivan; it took several minutes for the air conditioner to cool us down to comfort level.
During our stay, the evenings were nippy, as were the mid-mornings, except in the San Jos� and Sunnyvale area, and on the Fisherman's Wharf and beach front park in Monterey, especially with the ferocious wind and once the clouds moved in closer and started to spit stray drops at us.
But even San Francisco was mostly warm. We all wore light sweater-shirts, and never needed our jackets that we dragged along all across the city. Never, that is, except whenever Angel Face wanted to take a nap - her thing is that she has to be covered head to toe (well, chin to toe) if she is in an unfamiliar place, and she gets very cranky indeed if her knees or ankles are open. So that is where her jacket (and occasionally even some of ours) came in handy.
Poor creature - twice she fell asleep on public transport, and was rudely awakened when we scrambled to get off. It did not make for a happy little camper at all.
Anyway, when we flew back out from Sacramento, the heat smacked us in the face when we got down at the gas station just before reaching the airport. My memory whispers something along the lines of 97F at me, but it might be faulty.
On Saturday evening we flew straight back into my kind of weather - 60s with cloudy skies and several rain showers for a week straight! It seemed as if Winter had come early - or at least an unusually wet Fall.
Angel Face was not about to concede the (apparent) end of Summer so quickly, however. Sunday morning's run to the grocery store saw her dressed in a polka-dotted keyhole neck and puff sleeved t-shirt and a basque and box pleat denim mini skirt over shorst, with hawaiian flipflops in bright blue with pink hisbiscuses, despite the gloomy skies outside. As they started down the stairs, a few drops found them, and Nini put her foot down and sent her back inside, where she grabbed her (short) rainjacket, and with a jaunty swing of her pigtails, out she rushed and downstairs she clattered, determined for a little while longer to cling to the idea of Summer.