As hot as it is, it may not feel like fall. But, fall is actually on our doorstep. Usually, somewhere around the middle of September, the oppressive heat breaks and overnight temperatures begin to plummet.
With these changes looming, summer activities reach their final peak and we drift into winter. School begins, Labor Day comes and goes, the Intermountain Fairgrounds comes to life, the veterans organizations recognize POW/MIA day and the McArthur-Burney Falls Park caps off the season with Heritage Day at the Park.
This year, we've had the wettest in recorded history and also the hottest. But, we have a whole lot to be thankful for. We're not under five feet of water everywhere. No major fire has threatened our way of life. No earthquakes, diseases or pestilence have besieged us. And newspapers carry only good news.
How can we ask for anything better than this?
Here I squat ever so gently upon a rotting log atop Mt. Burney in Northern California, gazing across the endless landscape below as the rays of all of the energy in the universe permeate every pore and cell of my body. I am the great Burney Mountain Guru Hermit and you, my lucky friend, have arrived at THE blog of pure, unadulterated and untethered wit, satire and veracity.
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