I couldn’t resist this. In the Arizona Daily Star today, there’s a big picture and small story about stopping in Yuma (presumably on your way to somewhere else) to see the old Territorial Prison.
The first line of the story is, “Today we’d like to send you to prison. In Yuma. In the hottest season of the year.”
The second line of the article: “It’s not as crazy as it sounds at first.”
This probably only seems like a silly idea to those that have actually spent a considerable amount of time in Yuma.
I grew up in Yuma, Arizona. Yuma is hot. Yuma is routinely the hottest part of the state, surpassed only at times by Lake Havasu, AZ. We’re talking regular summer temperatures in the one-TEENS. The average temp in July is 107 degrees. It’s hot. Really really hot.
Saying “I grew up in Yuma” is a perfectly valid explanation for why I feel chilly if the temperature drops below about 70 degrees.
The territorial prison is actually a decent side trip. It’s very close to the freeway, which makes it convenient to those traveling through. The place is interesting, no doubt.
I just… I mean… it’s Yuma. In the summer.
