Heat Wave 2010
There’s a headline we haven’t used in 2 summers; namely, Heat Wave!
Sure the temperature hit 90 for 3 straight days back in June, but just barely. A hot spell for sure, a heat wave on paper, but not an old fashioned Appalachian scorching wave of heat.
That has all changed now as a string of blazing hot days is sure to tax the power grid, sear people who work outside and pack our pools for the rest of the week.
For the most part, records are not to be threatened because of the torrid heat waves of the dust bowl days of the 1930s. Back then 100 degree days were rather pedestrian. That means any high temperature expressed in 2 digits is inferior to the truly hot days of the Great depression.
One chink in the armor of that 1930s rule occurred on Tuesday afternoon when the record high of 97 in Charleston broke the old standard by 1 degree. Huntington topped out at 95, a shade less hot because of the wetter June.
One casualty to the blazing heat, the soccer pitches at Barboursville City Park. Late Friday, the fields were lush and green as the Region I soccer tourney welcomed teams from 15 states. But as the July sun went to work and baked, boiled and basted the fields for 5 days, conditions changed.
I have enclosed a shot of the drying soccer pitch from the digital camera of Jeff Bryson.
The relentless pounding the fields took from game after dusty game rendered the pitches parched desert grounds. The hard pan left behind spelled lower scoring games as the soccer ball ran faster and took bigger higher bounces than planned for.
Now there are just 3 soccer games of importance left, all to be played in South Africa where it is winter in the Southern Hemipshere. So my suggestion to the kids, seek water and take it easy until the heat wave breaks ina thunderous way on Friday.
One final note, the lemonade will flow freely on Wednesday at Center Square in Bluefield. That's right, the temperature hit 92 on Tuesday which means lemonade is on the Chamber of Commerce all day long. Since I expect two more 90 degree days in this so called "air-conditioned" city before the heat wave breaks, I will blog about this tradition in Wednesday's prose. For now I say "pucker up" if you are in Bluefield!