AMEN, Brother Andrew!!! Why do you think they have indoor baseball stadiums in places like AZ, TX and FL? Because, if you were fool enough to sit there on the 4th of July, you'd be a piece of cooked bacon by the time you were done! Up here, we sit at Coors Field (Coors, much beer, good) under the stars on a pleasant Summers eve, a light cool breeze blowing in from left field.
Plus, NO MOSQUITOS up here! When I was stationed in San Antonio, we had bugs 6 months out of the year that could carry small kids off. And leave welts! Plus, the day I got to that station there was a poster on the wall that said you couldn't double-time above 88 degrees. I thought, "These guys are wussies down here in Texas!" Then June 1 hit. I laid in my rack without moving a muscle, in a pool of my own sweat. I love the town of SA, but it was the worst 18 months of my life, weather/comfort wise. A shower did you, oh, about 10 seconds of good.
Oh, and for our lawn mowin', tee shirt wearin', Mojito sippin' Floridian friends, I prefer my house staying on it's foundation, not flying through the air with the Wicked Witch outside my window, Dorothy style! I like it right where it sits, and I guarantee it will sit there for eternity.
Bottom line: we get 3-4 months of chilly (not nearly as cold as you would think), usually non-life-threatening weather a year to get the best weather in the country the other 8-9 months. Well, maybe except San Diego. That's pretty close to the best. My perfect setup? May through November here, Dec. through April in Tucson. Only catch is the kiddos don't think much of that right now.
A few years ago, me and the missus were in St. Thomas, where we rode a little tram up to this place called Paradise Point. Gorgeous spot. We're sipping our Boat Drinks, and I ask the kid (American Expat) how he liked living there. He said, "It was great, until Hurricane Ike lifted our house off it's foundation and deposited it 20 miles out to sea". He was moving back in about a month from then. Paradise ain't all it's cracked up to be. See my note above about flying witches.
So, when you guys in "Paradise" need a place to stay after a gator eats your front door or the tires off your car, or bugs carry your sweetie off to some swamp, come see me. I have some extra land out back your house could land on after it's done joy-ridin' around at 30,000 ft.
Oh, after that dusting of snow we had last night? It was 65 degrees today. With no flying houses. I LOVE Colorado!
Dale