We pulled into a campground at Lake Havasu, Az. when I was a teenager and the ranger said it had been 125 that day and called it a "Fire Fringe". That night it cooled down to 110 just before dawn. We were in a camper and pulling a boat. My brother and I slept ( figure of speech)in the boat and I remember the aluminum frame of the seats felt hot to the touch all night. The next morning we packed up and Dad drove us up to Flagstaff and it was a light cool rain in the mountains. We slept all day and enjoyed the cool. Never will I go to that area in the summer again.