There's no question about it, I'm back in St. George, Utah. As if I couldn't tell by the incessant wind, it has to rain here at least once a week. For a desert, it sure is wet all the time. Last year there were only a couple times that one week went by without raining.
Two days ago, it was eighty degrees outside, today we won't make sixty. This is the coldest, windiest, wettest desert I know of. Why, I don't think it's a desert at all; this is a moderate climate if I've ever seen one. Well, there are, after all, several reasons I refer to this place as Satan George, Utah; there's no 'Saint' about it, however I look at.