I vaguely remember PDX briefly touching 100 once in a great while, like about every third year or so for a couple of days in late afternoon, when I was there. Barely, if you were down at the low points of the Puddletown valley and not someplace like the West Hills. And the blues music scene, since I was hooked up with a woman who worked in one of the clubs back then, giving me an informal free pass to stay after hours with her to party with the bands & company after they'd officially kicked out the paying customers and locked the front doors. Does the Dandelion Pub still exist in NW Portland? It was a great blues music venue back in the day, like maybe from around 1985-ish. The owner of the joint got that way by luckboxing his way into part ownership of a cheaply bred little colt named Seattle Slew. Before he put a lot of it up his nose, so to speak.
Heck, it's supposed to reach about 100 in Portland this Sunday.
But I won't be here: headed to the Oregon coast to keep cool.
Not just temperature wise: going to watch Robbie Laws play at Rusty Truck.
Las Vegas has its entertainment, and so does Portland.
Actually, there's a great blues scene here and abouts.
see: Hey Mister
If y'all are into weather porn, you don't have to go all the way out to the desolation of Death Valley. Laughlin was officially in the 120s a few days ago, which isn't too unusual there. And they always lie like a rug in a cheap whorehouse about the "official" summer weather in Laughlin, trying not to scare the GeeBeejus outta the tourists, so add at least five degrees or more to whatever they say. Needles, California, on the lower Colorado River not far from the semi-resort town of Lake Havasu City, Arizona has been 124 several times in the last few days, and I've been around there many times before when it was about that.
And there's a nice casino & pretty decent poker room I sometimes like to go to that isn't too terribly far east of the big SoCal megalopolis of the LA & San Diego areas, along the I-10 freeway between Palm Springs & Indio named Agua Caliente (translating to Hot Water in English - or maybe super duper hot freakin water) which I see has been in the 120s. When I asked a few months ago about what to expect for their later in the year seasonal business, the staff and locals playing there have told me to expect that, as it apparently isn't unusual for them. It is a pretty heavily populated area, too. I think it doesn't get quite the publicity for the climate because it doesn't have such a colorful name as "Death Valley."
What all these spots seem to have in common, besides being in the Mojave (or Mohave) Desert, is that they are very low elevation. Located well inland far away from ocean air, but low enough elevation to be near or even at or slightly below sea level. Agua Caliente Casino is in the Coachella Valley only about 10-15 miles from the Salton Sea, which is a couple of hundred feet below sea level even though it is out in the middle of the desert.
A little place on the old Route 66 in western Arizona near the border with Nevada & California named Oatman, which is what remains of an old mining town, has an annual tourist attraction that features a sidewalk egg frying contest. That means exactly what you think it does. Spread out a lump of Crisco cooking grease, and first one to turn their egg without breaking the yolk wins the prize, and the honor of being sidewalk egg-sizzling champion for the year. But Oatman is up in the hills, so it doesn't quite get all as warm & toasty like Laughlin & Needles & such.
I love this stuff. Like I said, for me it still beats the Hell out of uncivilized tortures like ice scrapers, tire chains, snow shovels, and the like. Plus: "Boo!"