Although this photo was taken in the Seattle Airport, it accurately coveys Paige's feelings about east coast heat and car traffic in Boston, where as I write this it is 88 degrees on a Friday at rush hour.
Not gonna lie: I'm straight up worried this Alaska girl is going to fail to adjust to real summer, even in slightly-cooler-than-most-of-the-lower-48 New Hampshire where she will be away at camp for a month.
Whether Paige's intolerance for heat is the result of some genetic predisposition, her Alaskan roots, or some combination of the two, the end result is intermittent bitching--from a kid who in all fairness rarely bitches about anything--about how hot it is.
OH MY GOSH IT IS SO HOT IT'S LIKE AN OVEN THERE ARE SO MANY CARS HERE HOW LONG IS THIS CAR RIDE IT'S MAKING ME SICK WHY IS IT SO HOT OH MY GOSH I'M MELTING HOW DO PEOPLE LIVE IN THIS I NEED A VITARAIN I'M SO THIRSTY I THINK I'M DYING WHY IS IT SO HOT I'M GOING TO CRISP UP INTO A TINY SHARD OF ASHES [PANT PANT PANT PANT].
It's really quite dramatic.
It's moments like this that I realize what it means to be born and raised in a temperate rain forest where, global warming notwithstanding, 45 degree days in July are the norm and the mercury rarely even hits 75.
We did, however, spend the hottest part of the day in the air conditioned Boston Science Museum where Paige convinced my septegenarian aunt to go on a mini roller coaster and built a huge tower out of Jenga blocks.
Paige did experience her first ever planetarium show and announced that she was going to be a rocket scientist. I told her not so fast, homeslice.
It's REALLY hot at Cape Canaveral.