The hottest night, — the last. It was almost impossible to pursue any work out-of- doors yesterday. There were but few men to be seen out. You were prompted often, if working in the sun, to step into the shade to avoid a sunstroke.
Fogs almost every morning now. Now clouds have begun to hang about all day, which do not promise rain, as it were the morning fogs elevated but little above the earth and floating through the air all day.
P. M. -- To Assabet Bath. There is a cool wind from the east, which makes it cool walking that way while it is melting hot walking westward.
Gerardia flava, apparently two or three days, Lupine Hillside up railroad, near fence .
Solidago odora, a day or two, Lupine Hillside, and what I will call S. puberula, to-morrow. S. altissima on railroad, a day or two.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, July 22, 1854
Fogs almost every morning now. See July 22, 1851 ("The season of morning fogs has arrived. . .”)
The hottest night . . .At dusk we hike to the view without headlamps on, arriving to a spectacular light show of constant lightning flashes and bolts to the northwest — so far away we only occasionally hear the thunder. we water the dogs and linger as long as we dare. Loki watches the light show. my water bottle has dropped somewhere on the trail so we walk back the same route. L ittle acorn is on an elastic leach strapped to my waist, her first outing since her surgery 10 day ago. A short hike. It has been a 90 degree day and two fans so loud in the family room we do not hear when the deluge hits home a little later. ~ zphx 20160722
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